This hand, Amelia knew all too well. At countless turning points in life, this hand led her step by step onto the platform.
Warm, powerful, capable of giving her the firmest support.
Amelia's gaze was lowered to the fragments on the ground. The palpitations of her heart made it difficult for her to breathe for a moment.
She knew who the person beside her was, yet she didn't dare to turn her head to look.
In that short moment, the countless twists and turns in her heart surged all at once.
"There's a broom nearby. Don't pick it up with your hands."
When the warm voice sounded beside her, her hand trembled slightly.
After a moment, her inner struggle stabilized slightly. Amelia lifted her gaze slowly. "Thank you."
"It's you. I saw your husband faint yesterday. Is he alright now?"
Amelia didn't pay much attention to the word 'husband', as her mind was full of the person in front of her at the moment.
This person who originally held an important place in her life.
