Albert's unfiltered words snapped Cynthia's attention back from Vincent, bringing a faint blush to her otherwise pale face. This man's act was almost too realistic.
She lowered her gaze, masking her emotions, though a trace of bitterness remained in her heart. She couldn't quite describe what she felt—just an ache for him.
She knew Vincent wouldn't willingly have touched Grace Lancaster. After all, with everything that had happened, he must feel miserable too.
It had been two years since that snowy night when he abandoned her. After she had awakened from her coma, Vincent's older brother had visited her, carefully explaining the circumstances of Vincent's captivity and urging her not to hate him.
But back then, she was too stubborn, unable to let go of the burden in her heart. Now, two years later, having gone through all these changes, she no longer expected to reunite with him. If she were still single, perhaps she'd have the courage to follow him once again.
