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Clyde watched as Yvette marched into the entrance of the airport without even glancing a bit. He stood there, waiting for a final glance, to lock gazes with her for the last time, but she didn't.

She left without even glancing back. She left with no word. She left as if she were leaving everything in the past.

Right, Clyde. You know her hatred for you. She's still wounded from what happened to her twin, and you are the living scar that reminds her of what happened to her sister.

This is the best for both of us. She needs to leave. She needs to start a new life. She needs to forget everything.

"We are keeping an eye on her, boss," the men he sent to keep an eye on her called after how many hours, marking that Yvette landed safely.

It's the only thing that's important to him. He wanted her to live a normal life. He wanted her to continue the life she was used to, with no trace of the people who weren't part of her life in the first place.

Clyde engaged himself in workouts. He's moving o