Richelle Dunn pursed her lips, getting on the plane.
She sat in the window seat, leaning her head against the backrest, staring at the seemingly endless lawn outside in a trance.
Roy Lewis was used to seeing her full of energy, always full of vitality and fighting spirit.
The Richelle Dunn in front of him, sullen and seemingly drained, made him feel both heartache and discomfort.
He leaned over, gently tucked a few strands of hair sticking to her face behind her ear, and pecked her cheek.
"Baby, everything will be alright!"
Roy Lewis knew that Jayden Dunn's family owed Richelle heaps of blood debts.
And in her eyes, if she didn't personally collect every single one of them, it seemed utterly meaningless.
Those hidden scars deep in her heart wouldn't heal even for a moment.
So, even though he had a thousand ideas of crushing the Dunns into dust, he had to suppress them all.
