And now, only three months after our daughter's passing, Simon was ready to hand this island over to Sophia and her son.
I was utterly disappointed in him.
Taking a deep breath, I looked at Simon and said coldly, "I will never apologize to this woman."
"Simon, since you cherish her and her son so much, you can spend the rest of your life with them!"
Without sparing him another glance, I turned and walked straight toward the beach villa, ignoring the unpleasant expression on his face.
This place held all the things I had carefully arranged for my daughter. I had to take them away before Sophia and her son tainted them.
However, the moment I stepped into the seaside villa and saw the state of the pink room I had decorated for my daughter, I froze.
The walls were covered in random, chaotic graffiti, ruining the intricate designs I had painstakingly created.
The Capybara-themed pajamas and bedsheets I had prepared for my daughter were slashed to shreds.
But the most heartbreaking sight of all was her childhood photos, the ones capturing her life from birth to her final days, which were smeared, defaced, and torn apart, leaving nothing but scattered remnants in the mess.