Albert's unfiltered words snapped Cynthia's attention back from Vincent, bringing a faint blush to her otherwise pale face. This man's act was almost too realistic.
She lowered her gaze, masking her emotions, though a trace of bitterness remained in her heart. She couldn't quite describe what she felt—just an ache for him.
She knew Vincent wouldn't willingly have touched Grace Lancaster. After all, with everything that had happened, he must feel miserable too.
It had been two years since that snowy night when he abandoned her. After she had awakened from her coma, Vincent's older brother had visited her, carefully explaining the circumstances of Vincent's captivity and urging her not to hate him.
