Ste Grace returned to her room in a daze, and thest words that Jasper Milton had said to her lingered in her mind – “I will never give up on you in this life.”


    She sat down on the sofa and spaced out.


    God must have blessed her for her to be loved by someone like this.


    For a long time, she had been living for herself and often felt that she was pitiful. God had never been merciful to her.


    Thinking about it now, she was not pitiful one, but Jasper rather.


    She closed her eyes, and everything in front of her disappeared into the darkness. Everything in the world had nothing to do with her anymore. But what should she do about Jasper?


    She had lived alone all this while and had no lover to apany her. Things had been this way for the past 6 years.


    Whenever she thought of the person she loved, she would feel sad and suffocated, as if the air surrounding her was thinning.


    That kind of destion came from the bottom of her heart. Even in a bustling environment, she had forgotten how to smile.


    Jasper, what should I do?


    Her heart hurt so much that she was almost at the verge of copsing. Shey down on the sofa and curled up into a fetal position.


    She used to hate herself a lot. She regretting not wiping away her memories of Jasper when she’d hypnotized herselfst time.


    If she did that, she would not be moved by Jasper anymore. Things wouldn’t hurt so much then.


    However, when she thought about it now, it would probably be so much harder on Jasper if she couldn’t recognize him anymore.


    This was also the reason why she didn’t fully wipe her memories at that time.


    The Ste of the past had loved Jasper deeply.


    Even the Ste now was still in love with him.


    Hypnosis didn’t do anything to her feelings. It had, however, helped her mental issues heal.


    Shey on that spot for the next two hours. When she heard the doorbell of the door ringing, she didn’t want to move. She just wanted to lie down quietly and slowly ease her heartache.ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    But it seemed that the people on the other side of the door refused to give up. They kept ringing the doorbell.


    Ste still didn’t want to open the door.


    It was quiet outside for a while. Suddenly, she heard the sound of ticking, and the door was opened.


    She got up in surprise and looked at the door.


    Frederick Addington pulled his suitcase and stood at the door. When he saw her, his eyes were dark, as if he was scrutinizing her or waiting for something.


    Standing next to him was the manager of the hotel.


    The manager saw Ste and exined with a smile, “This gentleman said that he is your boyfriend. We’ve been ringing the doorbell for a while. We thought you weren’t in.”


    “I was asleep.” Ste exined and got up. “Why are you here?”


    “Why? Do you not wee me here?” Frederick asked in reply. He smirked slightly and pulled his luggage in.


    “You’re not wee here,” she said bluntly.


    “You always make my unpleasant mood even more unpleasant. This had not changed over the past six years.” Frederick walked up to her as he spoke.


    “In that case, why do you still insist on being with a rude woman like me?!” Ste said coldly.


    “It was said that it would take a person a decade topletely wash his sins away. The amount of time we had spent together was no more than seven years. Looking at the state of things now, I wonder if ten years will be enough to wash my sins away.” Frederick said in a low voice with a serious expression, showing no intention of joking.


    He was belittling himself so much that Ste had nothing to say.


    “I’m going to the police stationter.” Ste suddenly changed the topic.


    “You don’t look well. Are you not feeling well?” Frederick softened his tone.


    Ste shook her head and said, “You know about my physical condition best. Alright, let’s not talk about this. Just make yourself at home.”


    Ste picked up the bag and left. She walked to the side of the road. When the wind blew, she felt a little cold and she shivered.


    “Ste.” Bryan’s car stopped in front of her.


    Ste looked at him and said, “What a coincidence. Why did youe here?”


    “I’m here just for you. Get in the car,” Bryan Fellow said with a heavy expression.


    Ste guessed that he had figured it out. She got in the passenger seat and fastened her seat belt over herself.


    “I thought about what you had said before and felt that it made sense. Could it be that M’s family had once again ckmailed the Lameer family so that they could buy a vi? The Lameer family got angry, so they hired an assassin to deal with them. Later, when the killer was about to be caught, they got someone to kill the killer.” He made his conjecture.


    Ste nodded. “If this is what really happened, every single detail in the case would make perfect sense.”


    “But do we have any evidence?” Bryan frowned and looked ahead with a strange light in his eyes.


    “No, if there was, the police would have gone out to nab the perpetrator. This case will probably make the headlines in A Country.” Ste looked at the front with interest.


    “Then what should we do? We couldn’t let the murderer go unpunished, could we?” Bryan asked worriedly.


    Ste looked at him.“Nobody can escape the arms of thew. Don’t we know the truth already? Now that you have collected all the information about the killers,it’s wholly possible that the turning point is right within your grasp.”


    Bryan clenched his fists in response.There was something strange in his eyes, as if he was distressed or unwilling to part with her. It was mixed with aplicated feeling.


    “What’s wrong?” She noticed his strange behavior and asked.


    “Nothing. I just felt a little sorry for Bobby for being born in that kind of family,” Bryan frowned as he answered.


    “It’s possible that this is his retribution for r*ping M. It’s just a matter of time before he receives his punishment.” Ste sighed.


    “Do you really think there is retribution in this world?” he asked, ncing at her.


    “There probably is. Because of this, more people would restrain their actions and practice self-control, wouldn’t they?”


    “True. By the way, do you want some water?” Bryan asked.


    Ste shook her head and looked out of the window. “No thanks. It doesn’t look like you’re heading to the police station,” shemented.


    “I’m bringing you somewhere,” he replied in a deep voice.


    Ste subconsciously raised her guard. “Where are we going?”


    Bryan found a parking spot which was shaded by a tree, and looked at Ste. “Do you know why I was transferred to Yale City to be the director there? What I have done before has nothing to do with this.”


    “Why?” Ste had a bad feeling.


    “I’m one of Ryan’s men,” Bryan said.


    Ste had never thought of this. She turned around and was about to open the car door, but Bryan had locked it.


    He took out a handkerchief from his dashboard, sprayed it with some sedative, and covered Ste’s nose.


    Ste held her breath and stared at Bryan with horror in her eyes.


    Bryan did not let go of her and continued to cover her nose. He said regretfully, “I’m sorry. I just found out that the murderer was Ryan. He called me and asked me to take you away. If I didn’t do that, not only would I lose my official position, but he’d also harm my parents and friends.


    I didn’t expect you to solve the case. I originally thought that we met by fate. Unfortunately, you shouldn’t have offended the State Mayor. The forces behind him are so massive that you can’t begin to imagine them.”


    Ste was almost out of breath. Her chest felt like it was going to explode. She sucked in a breath and inhaled the sedative. As her consciousness faded, she leaned against the car seat…