Since she was determined to confront and pack up the past, the man had to be packed away too.
Kevin Cliff looked at the several large boxes in the living room, including a few that weren't sealed yet. With just a glance, he knew what was inside and headed straight to the bedroom.
In the bedroom, Charlotte Green was folding her child's clothes and placing them into a cardboard box, each fold precise and careful, yet her expression was so calm it was heartbreaking. She had changed into long pants and a spring shirt and tied her hair up casually, strands haphazardly clinging to her pale neck. From the side, her complexion was still pallid, but even in this busy state, she remained exceptionally beautiful.
A shadow loomed over, and Charlotte's movements came to a sudden halt. Staring at the shadow that didn't belong to Mrs. Turner, her expression turned cold and she slowly lifted her head.
