At six o'clock in the morning, the rain was drizzling from the gloomy sky.
A drop of tear fell from Catherine's unfocused eyes. Like every morning, she stood beside the window for hours, looking outside, like a statue without feeling.
She had been suffering from insomnia these days, like a caged bird.
To her, no doubt, love was the most detrimental thing in the world.
Kelsington Bay.
"No, no. No!"
In the bedroom, Aubree had just woken up from her nightmare. She grabbed the quilt and suddenly opened her eyes, sweat soaking her clothes.
Looking at the empty ceiling, she gasped for air. It took a long time to realize that she was dreaming.
She could still remember the dream very clearly.
It was an ominous dream as if it was heralding something, which made her extremely afraid and uneasy.
She dreamed that Ivan died for Spencer. And it was a horrible death.
Thinking of the details, she felt that her back was cold and her face was terrifying.
For the rest of the day, she kept thinking about one thing.
Eight o'clock in the morning.
The rain was still falling, and a car stopped at Rowan's villa.
Tammy entered the living room with an umbrella and a box in her hand. "Mr. Watson, good morning.”
"Tammy, good morning."
"Is Mr. Lawrence up?"
"Yup. He is inside."
"Okay."
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