Chapter 4

I looked at Tristan, who was now so tall and grown-up. I couldn't help but see the boy I used to spend every day with.

I stared at him, lost and helpless. "Tristan, Pamela is dead. There's no one left with me anymore."

Tristan jolted, pain flickering in his eyes, and his tone softened. "I'm still with you, Laura.

"Let the servants bury Pamela. This is her choice."

His words, so indifferent, suddenly made rage flare up inside me, even though my heart had already been burned to ashes.

"Tristan, if you hadn't been behind it, how could she have…