He wanted to pretend that she was still with him, waiting for the day when she might change her mind and come back.
In this faint hope, he spent year after year...
However, she did indeed come back, shattering his fantasy with her own hands.
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Two days later.
Anna Jadwin walked down the long, intricately-patterned hallway, surrounded by vintage oil paintings and a carpet with an extravagantly luxurious design.
Wilfred led the way, looking pale and haggard: "The young master hasn't eaten for two days. He's seriously ill and won't let anyone in."
Anna's heart ached as though it had been cut open, and she bit her lip: "I understand, but I can't guarantee he'll listen to me..."
"Of course he will listen to you, as long as you're here," Wilfred said, his eyes rimmed with red, as he opened the door with one hand. "Go in."
The sound of porcelain shattering came from inside the room.
A servant hurried out, carrying a tray.
