Cynthia was clearly taken aback by her words. Not love? Then what was it? If it wasn't love, would someone shed tears and pull him away from a wedding banquet? If it wasn't love, would a woman stay by his side for so many years?
Though surprised, Cynthia refrained from expressing any opinion. After all, it was someone else's business—it had nothing to do with her. She turned back to Monica with a small smile.
"Let's go back and check. The doctor should have finished his diagnosis by now."
Monica stood there, staring at the slender figure walking away. A wave of mixed emotions surged in her heart.
Lucca had saved Albert Wilson twice. The first time was when he was seven years old. That year, his parents, carrying him in their arms, jumped into the sea in a desperate attempt to end their lives. By sheer luck, he was rescued by an elderly passerby.
