Arlo Seys went home, opened the door, and walked in. The house was empty, and Arlo Seys went up to the bedroom on the second floor.
The bedroom was still devoid of that figure. Arlo Seys's pupils darkened, and he took a pack of cigarettes from the bedside drawer and walked to the balcony, fiercely smoking one after another.
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Ariel Morris held the test results and medical records as she called a taxi, instructing the driver to roam aimlessly through the streets of City C. Inside the car, Ariel Morris's eyes turned red.
Why? Why must fate play such a cruel joke? She finally had the chance to marry Arlo Seys, the man she had always loved deeply. But now, what should she do?
The phone in her bag suddenly rang, pulling Ariel Morris back from her thoughts. She glanced at the caller ID, her tear-reddened eyes deepening as she intentionally calmed herself before answering in a gentle tone, "Hey, brother, what's up?"
