He didn't wait for my response. He strode to the foyer, changed his shoes, and with a loud bang, slammed the door behind him.
The housekeeper came over holding the shattered photo frame.
"Madam... you never had the heart to put this photo away before. Are you really throwing it out?"
I gave a soft laugh. My heart tightened, then loosened all at once.
"It was thrown away long ago."
Five years ago, on a stormy night, Ryan—his older brother—was in a multi-car collision with Czarina.
That same night, Oliver had a high fever but insisted on rushing to the hospital.
I cried and tried to stop him.
"Oliver, you're burning up. There are plenty of doctors there—you won't be able to help..."
For the first time, he glared at me coldly.
"How would I not help? That's my brother and sister-in-law. Not everyone is as heartless as you."
"When your mother was dying, you could pretend you didn't see it. You knelt at my mother's feet instead. Lydia, I'm not like you."
He walked out.
And I followed after him in the rain, ending up at the old Romulo residence.
His mother handed me a bank card again.