Suddenly, Percival couldn't speak. It felt like a sharp dagger was being slowly driven into the deepest part of his heart, cutting through flesh and bone, causing unbearable pain."Percival, I'm so tired." Maybe she was really exhausted, her voice so faint it was almost inaudible.She used to think that as long as she was alive, it was enough. Now she realized that living was the hardest part, too difficult to endure. Time had turned into a blade, slicing her skin little by little. Every second was torture."It was just an accident..." All he wanted was for Eulalia to be okay, but he saw that her face was growing paler and her body thinner.He had forced the doctor to remove their child, but he hadn't considered that Eulalia would lose the ability to become a mother."An accident?" Eulalia looked at Percival with a hoarse voice, "Removing my child was an accident? Controlling my memories was an accident? Do you know that your 'accidents' can ruin someone's entire life? Percival, are y

It was the fifth day after her surgery, Eulalia didn’t need any more care. She could eat and get up on her own.“I want to eat a Chinese cousin called wontons from the food street.”There was a food street near her school, and Eulalia loved the wonton shop there. It wasn’t because the wontons were amazing, but because the lady who owned the shop looked a lot like her mother and had a gentle personality.The wontons were filled generously. The owner, noticing Eulalia as a regular, would secretly give her a couple of extra wontons and sometimes a poached egg, telling her to eat more and not to get too thin.“You remember now?” Percival was startled, his pupils shrinking slightly. His momentary panic made his mind race.Eulalia looked out the window with a careless smile. “I wish I could remember. Can you tell me?”Percival stayed silent but felt relieved that Eulalia hadn’t regained her memory. He was afraid she would continue this topic, so he stiffly switched back to the wontons. “Do

“I won't believe you anymore.” Eulalia lifted her left hand to struggle.Soon, someone noticed something was wrong, and the nurse who had gone to get painkillers returned, screaming in panic at the sight.Percival gritted his teeth. He absolutely couldn't lose Eulalia here. The wind howled as if someone was crying.Taking a deep breath, he said in a firm voice, "Eulalia, if you fall from here, I’ll take that dead child’s bones and scatter them in some filthy place."Eulalia’s struggling body suddenly stopped. She hadn’t expected Percival to be so ruthless, to the point of not even sparing their deceased child.A bitter taste filled her chest, spreading up her esophagus and into her mouth, like chewing bitter herbs and pressing them against her tongue, so bitter it made her want to vomit.Seeing her stiffen, Percival continued, "And that cat you used to cuddle at home, Misty. If you die, I'll skin it, rip off its fur, chop it into pieces, and bury it with you. Didn’t you love keeping p

Eulalia walked out of the kitchen, taking off her apron. Seeing Percival sitting at the dining table, her dark eyes deepened. She adjusted her gloves, stretching her fingers.The gloves were custom-made, designed for warmth, grip, and steadiness, making it easier to hold things securely.Percival served Eulalia some soup, placing it at her usual seat. "It’s been a long time since I had your cooking."Eulalia sat down, "Then eat a lot tonight."Percival was startled, but then joy burst from his eyes. He hadn’t expected Eulalia to respond."Sure, I will. I’ll definitely eat a lot." His voice trembled with excitement.Eulalia took a sip of the soup. Seeing this, Percival immediately started serving her food.Eulalia ate with a spoon and fork. She silently observed Percival’s hand as he brought food close to her. His hands were beautiful, with defined knuckles, long and strong.Eulalia tightened her grip on her silver fork. "Can I see your palm?"Percival, puzzled, extended his left hand

Eulalia knew her stomach issues weren’t normal. Percival could fabricate her entire background, so bribing a doctor to fake a medical report wouldn’t be hard for him.Maybe she was already beyond saving, and Percival had threatened her not to commit suicide. Fine, she wouldn’t kill herself; instead, she’d kill him. Like yesterday’s impulsive stab—it felt good, but she only managed to hit his hand, causing no real harm.Outside, the courtyard grass had turned yellow. A few days ago, Mr. Lee bought a box of weed killer, and it had dried up the weeds within two days. Eulalia had swapped out a bottle back then and hidden it under her bed. Mr. Lee was busy outside, Ms. Hayak and Ms. Jonas ignored her.Eulalia brewed a pot of tonic soup. It was her first time poisoning someone, and she only wanted to kill Percival. She poured the entire bottle of weed killer into the soup without a second thought, and the mixture smelled awful.She immediately gagged and ran to the bathroom to vomit, staini