Percival’s tone and expression showed unmistakable impatience.Evadne lifted her tear-stained face, “Percy, I know you’re blaming me. After all, Eulalia is in this state because she tried to save me. I feel so guilty, especially when I think of what I’ve done in the past. I’ve wronged Eulalia and caused her harm.”Hearing this, Percival’s expression darkened even more. In the past, he might have offered her some perfunctory comfort, but ever since Eulalia’s miscarriage a few months ago and after seeing those two surveillance videos, he realized Evadne’s quick to change faces and adept at acting.Whether her intentions were genuine or not, Percival no longer cared.He had traded Eulalia for Evadne’s life, and as far as he was concerned, they were now even.Evadne always played the innocent, while Eulalia, stubborn as she was, never backed down until she was deeply wronged, only then saying, “Percival, you never believe me.”The child who cries gets the candy. Eulalia wouldn’t shed a te

Trembling fingertips caressed the dried bloodstains on the page, revealing a near-death level of despair on Percival’s face. He always had an excellent memory and recalling the date at the top of the diary page, he remembered it was the day Eulalia was diagnosed with advanced stomach cancer after returning from the hospital.Her face was pale, and he remembered scolding her that day. Why didn’t she answer his calls? Why did she return so late, looking as pale as a ghost? He was oblivious to everything happening to Eulalia, his mind solely occupied with Evadne, who was hospitalized.That day, he forcefully drew 600 milliliters of blood from Eulalia’s hand, dragging her to the hospital to give a blood transfusion to Evadne, not knowing about her cancer diagnosis.The man known for his calm and restrained demeanor could no longer bear the internal agony, clutching the notebook to his forehead, he broke down in tears. The diary, spanning 102 pages, every word, every sentence, was about hi

"Ouch—" Eulalia’s voice was hoarse, almost inaudible, as a series of shocked, disjointed sounds escaped her throat, grating and harsh to the ears.As Eulalia gazed at Percival’s face, she felt as if her blood was flowing backward. She wanted to struggle, to resist, to escape, but her body was too weak to move.She had been lying there for 90 days. To Percival, her comatose state felt unbearably long, but for Eulalia, those terrifying experiences felt like they had happened just yesterday.Tears streamed down her face as she stared wide-eyed. The bright lights of the hospital room didn’t make her blink, her eyes red and swollen from crying.“Help... help me, don’t...”Eulalia’s feeble cries echoed in the empty hospital room. Gradually regaining strength in her hands, she used all her might to beat the edge of the bed.Her voice sent chills down Percival’s spine, leaving him feeling devoid of warmth, the pain in his heart intensifying bit by bit.He quickly pressed the call button on th

Percival brought in the world's most renowned hypnosis expert, refusing to believe the hospital's claim that memory couldn't be controlled. He was determined to make Eulalia forget the memories that pained her. If she could just forget, then she could slowly recover, and they could start over.Afterward, Percival dismissed the psychologist and had the hypnotist perform hypnosis on Eulalia daily, along with some medicinal treatment. When the hospital learned about the use of hypnotic drugs, they immediately warned Percival. The drugs the hypnotist had were similar to those injected into Eulalia's brain to control her mind. Misused, they could potentially leave Eulalia with cerebral palsy, or worse, turn her into an imbecile.Percival, undeterred, confronted the doctors, "Then what do you suggest? I've given you twenty days, but what's changed from the beginning? Is her current state any different from an actual imbecile?""She's worse than an imbecile. At least an imbecile can find hap

So, Eulalia, the one who could play the violin, cook amazing dishes, and was super talented at work, basically walked through death's door and didn't make it back. She was always so full of herself, so you can imagine the kind of despair she must be feeling now, looking at her trembling hands, right?Percival, holding her hand, couldn't feel her soul. All he could do now was to take care of her, try to mend her shattered soul, and look after her so she could at least feel a bit normal. But no matter how much he did, he knew it wasn't enough. He couldn't even convince himself to stop the tears.Embarrassing, really. He was taking it harder than Eulalia herself.Eulalia was pretty down too, but seeing her man cry like that left her confused. She wanted to say something, but it was like there was a thorn stuck in her throat.After a while, she gently patted his arm and said, "Hubby, don't cry. The car accident wasn't your fault. Plus, I can do rehab for my hand. Right now, I can't feed m