Alice stared blankly at him, then covered her ears, not daring to look at him. Nicholas Hollis sighed and placed his hand on her back. "It’s okay, don’t be afraid, Alice. Whatever you see, it’s just your imagination, don’t be scared." With his reassurance, Alice finally calmed down slowly. Her lips had been bitten until they bled, filling her mouth with the taste of blood. Nicholas Hollis helped her up and slowly walked toward the chosen tombstone. The plot of land was chosen by the two of them together. Anna Hollis’s body had been cremated, reduced to a small urn of ashes. As Alice held the urn, she suddenly understood why Anna said she was tired — because no matter how powerful a person is, in death, they become just a small urn. It’s as if all past struggles seem so trivial and insignificant. Now Anna Hollis lay there quietly, with no one else present but the two of them. Alice felt sorrow, placed flowers before the tombstone, and almost fell to her knees as her body weakened. Nicholas Hollis continued to support her, but he too looked unwell, as he was also a sinner. Since learning that Anna Hollis was not his child, he had given her too little affection, even resenting her. Yet he never imagined that Anna truly cared for him as her father. It might have started with some hypocrisy, but after living together for so long, genuine feelings had developed. Jordan Jacob’s voice came from behind, cold and indifferent. Alice’s body stiffened, turning her head in anger, only to see Jordan standing silently with a bouquet of flowers in his arms, having no idea how long he’d been there. All three sinners were gathered. Alice found it amusing, eventually even laughing until tears came out. Jordan paid her no mind, laying the flowers before the tombstone and bowing solemnly. Alice’s face was filled with irony; when Anna was alive, he only let her down, but now that she’s dead, he comes to play the good guy. "Why are you here? Get out!" She trembled as she spoke, but Jordan didn’t heed her words, completing the ritual before kneeling by the tombstone. "Anna, I’m sorry." Orıginal content can be found at 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦•𝘯𝘦𝘵 He said faintly, with confusion in his eyes. He didn’t know how he became . Back when he and Anna were together, he was happy, even in poverty. He thought that even after joining the Walsh Group, he wouldn’t change, but he overestimated himself. A man’s feelings are indeed as fragile as paper, shattered with a slight touch. When he first heard about Anna’s pregnancy, he was happy, but after meeting Phoebe Vance, that happiness vanished. He became infatuated with Phoebe, finding her every action irresistible. During this time, he hadn’t contacted Anna Hollis at all, focusing solely on winning Phoebe’s favor, until he saw the suicide note that Anna left behind. It was not until then that the last shred of his conscience slowly awakened, and he finally realized he had wronged her, though he was unwilling to acknowledge his feelings for Anna. He was still infatuated with Phoebe, unable to recapture his feelings for Anna, and came here purely out of a sense of guilt. "I told you to get out! Didn’t you hear me? We don’t need you pretending in front of my daughter!" Alice tried to push him away, but Jordan, being a man, and Alice being weak from eating so little since it happened, had no strength. Thus her efforts did not budge William Walsh a bit, who looked at her with mockery at the corners of his mouth. "Auntie, I’m only calling you that out of respect. If I recall correctly, most of the reasons Anna chose to end her life were because of you. What right do you have to blame me here?" Alice went cold all over, speechless. She stared at him in a daze, her lips trembling. Nicholas Hollis couldn’t bear to see this and spoke up slowly. "You should leave now. Regardless of her faults, Anna was her daughter. She feels it more than we do. Don’t aggravate her at a time ." Jordan instantly fell silent, showing no intention of apologizing, and turned to leave. Alice started crying again. Why did everyone say she had no right? Despite all the effort she spent on her daughter, why did others claim she was wrong? Where was she wrong? If she hadn’t fought for what she did, would her daughter have lived well for so many years? Why did she leave a letter that led everyone to mock and ridicule her at the end...? Alice felt something inside her was screaming, ready to burst out. "Alice, let’s go back. Your emotions aren’t good right now." Nicholas Hollis helped her, slowly leading her away from the place. Alice seemed like a walking corpse, not knowing how she got back to the car. She stared blankly out the window, and when she regained consciousness, she realized she was back at the villa. The villa felt more desolate, as if filled with a chill. She stood at the door for a while, hesitating to open it, just standing there. "Alice, how are you?" Nicholas Hollis put an arm around her shoulder, letting out a heavy sigh. "If I open this door, do you think Anna would be inside?" She suddenly started to laugh, a laugh that sent shivers down Nicholas’s spine, drenching his back in cold sweat. He quickly held her, his lips trembled as he spoke. "Alice, you have your own life to live. Try to return to normal soon. Anna is gone, don’t torment those who remain." Alice seemed to suddenly awaken, saying nothing further, and quietly opened the door to the room. Inside, no one was there. Her eyes showed a hint of disappointment as she quietly sat down on the sofa. She hadn’t eaten for days, and Nicholas Hollis thought this could not continue, so he went to the kitchen to make her a bowl of porridge. But Alice couldn’t stomach a single bite, too afraid to look at her hands as she felt they were stained with blood, which terrified her. She couldn’t even bring herself to look around, torn between guilt for her daughter and fear of her following her home. "Please have a bite. Your health can’t continue ." Nicholas nearly pleaded, yet Alice couldn’t eat even a mouthful, simply waving her hand and falling asleep on the sofa. Nicholas Hollis sighed, then set the porridge aside. He was really uneasy with Alice , deciding to stay the night. He went upstairs to clear Anna Hollis’s belongings, bringing a blanket down to lay over Alice.