That night of entanglement unto death, she became a unique and irreplaceable woman in his life.
But now without that trigger, without that memory, were he and she nothing?
So, that's what they call love.
There's never love without reason...
Victoria thought with tears flooding her eyes again.
"What are all of you doing?" Mason Ross was also not feeling great. He comforted Victoria and Mrs. Clegg, "Before, we were worried that he might not wake up, yet now he has woken up. Isn't it a great thing?"
"Don't worry," he gently patted Victoria's shoulder. "As long as he is still Hank Clegg, everything will be alright."
As long as he is still Hank Clegg…
Victoria raised her head to look at Mason Ross.
Is that really the case?
In the bedchamber, Rebecca Smith sat cautiously beside Hank Clegg.
It had always been like this.
When he didn't speak, she dared not to.
Since childhood, her brother was the only one who could get close to Hank Clegg, joking and jesting.
