Night was approaching.
Stella Grace stood by the window and looked out at the stars.
She had learned that people worked hard in life not because they wanted to live a carefree and peaceful life but rather because it was an obligation.
They were worried that they would die before fulfilling their purpose in life.
They were worried about their children.
They were worried that their partner would have a difficult life once they were gone.
Her parents were still alive, but her father had a family of his own, while her mother... well, at least her mother's needs would be taken care of by the sanatorium for the rest of her life.
She had a child who might have died a few years ago. Even if he didn't, it might be impossible for her to look for him now.
She used to have a soulmate. But, Jasper Milton now hated her to the core.
She hated Frederick Addington's guts and hoped she would never see him again in this life.
