Maybe Emily was watching over me.

I bought a bunch of flower and went to the cemetery to visit Emily. She was so lonely lying there alone.

I reached out and touched the photo on the tombstone. Emily's smile was still so warm.

Tears streamed down my face. I knew Emily was gone forever, but I still wanted to stay with her. Memories flashed through my mind of when I gave birth to Emily, and Grayson wasn't there.

Emily was a good baby. Everyone said daughters look like their fathers.

Emily's eyebrows and eyes looked just like Grayson's, but he didn't get to hold her.

It wasn't until late at night that I saw Grayson sneak in to hold Emily. The peacefully sleeping baby was woken up by him.

That was the first time I saw Grayson at a loss. His eyes clearly showed love and affection.

He excitedly kissed Emily over and over, not daring to hold her too tightly for fear of breaking her.

I didn't expose Grayson. The next day, I woke up to find him sleeping next to me for once, his body stiff and a distance away from me.

When Grayson woke up, he returned to his usual self. He asked what I wanted to eat. I was very surprised because we had several maids, and he didn't need to bother.

He said he remembered I liked the rice balls from the school gate and unusually went to buy them for me. At that time, I naively thought Grayson wouldn't distance himself from Emily because of me.

After that was the anniversary of Grayson's mother's death. He came to me drunk, crying and disturbing Emily several times so she couldn't sleep.

I had a fight with him and told him to go outside to act crazy. But he grabbed my neck and said I owed him this.

Grayson said the Smith family owed him. Later, he cried all night. I took Emily away and didn't see him for a long time.

My relationship with Grayson became very strange.

But Grayson wasn't like this when we were kids.

He was the brother. When others bullied me, he would protect me. They all said Grayson only smiled when he saw Violet and acted like a brother.

When did it all change?

I no longer wanted to revisit the past. What was done was done. Just as I was in a daze,

a piercing sound came from behind.

I heard Mila's vicious voice. She came at me with a knife. I fell to the ground, dodging her attack.

"If it weren't for you, Grayson wouldn't have rejected me," Mila cried, her eyes filled with terrifying malice. "You have to die, Violet. Only then will Grayson be mine."

Mila said that only if I died would Grayson truly belong to her.

"Are you crazy? I've already divorced Grayson. Don't involve me in your mess," I said.

I grabbed Mila's hand tightly, using all my strength, afraid that the knife would pierce my heart if I slipped.

Mila laughed like a madwoman.

My strength was waning, but with one last effort, I kicked her hard, causing her to fall.

I quickly ran outside.

"I'm telling you..." Mila's voice was frantic. "Grayson loves me. He could never love you."

I ran urgently, suddenly seeing two suspicious men outside. Mila said I couldn't escape.

Today, she intended to kill me!

"Only the dead won't cause trouble. You should die, Violet," Mila said.

Mila stabbed at me with the knife. Suddenly, a figure flashed by. Grayson pushed me aside and took the knife in his back.

I watched blood spurt out and saw Mila's deranged expression.

"Grayson, what are you doing? You took the knife for her? Do you love her that much?" Mila cried. "I killed Grayson. I killed the person I love most."

I went to support Grayson, deeply shocked.

Grayson's weary eyes looked at me. His blood-covered hand grabbed mine.

He said, "I'm sorry I was late, Violet."

"I love you, Violet."

Grayson's words made me very uncomfortable. My heart ached. He said he didn't dare to love me and was really scared, but he had to say it today or he would never have another chance.

"I know I've been terrible to you... Violet, it's okay if you hate me."

"Don't, Grayson. Don't die..."

The ambulance and police arrived simultaneously. I went to the hospital with Grayson. The White family had already sealed off the cemetery.

Mila was also arrested. I waited anxiously in the hospital corridor.

All I could think of was how Grayson had just spoken to me.

Didn't dare to love me?

"Am I some kind of monster, Grayson? I'm very grateful you saved me, but I don't want to owe you. You must not die."

The wait was long. Ryan said everything over there was taken care of.

"Mila has been locked up, and her child isn't Grayson's. Violet, we all misunderstood Grayson before."

"Grandpa, I also hope Grayson is okay. I don't want to owe him, but... there's really no chance for us."

Ryan sighed heavily, wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, looking at me with sorrow.

He said he didn't understand why two good families had ended up like this.

"Huh, it's a sin."

We waited until the operation was over. Fortunately, Grayson was fine. I sighed with relief, but he didn't wake up. I stayed by his bedside.

Grayson didn't sleep soundly, mumbling my name constantly.

"No, Violet, no... don't go."

I wasn't going to leave, nor would I leave Grayson alone. In our past relationship, Grayson wasn't good to me. Love or not, it couldn't be forced. Even though I didn't want any ties with him.

He saved me and took that knife for me. When Grayson woke up and saw me, he actually smiled.

Grayson grabbed my hand and said it was good to see me again.

"..."

Why was there such a divide? He clearly disliked me before, but now he could say such things.

"Thank you for saving me, Grayson."

"Violet, let's put the past behind us and start over, okay?"