Tammy was a child who hadn't fully learned how to conceal her emotions.

When she heard that this home would belong to them, she immediately asked excitedly, "Is it true?"

Sophie held Tammy's arms in panic, "Tammy, don't speak of nonsense! This is Aunt Lily's home."

After saying that, Sophie's eyes turned red as she gave an aggrieved look, "Lily, I would never ruin the relationship between you and Mark. If it'll make you happier, I'll leave."

Hearing this, Mark rushed over and grabbed Sophie's arm.

Sophie gently fell into his arms.

He steadied her, but when our gaze crossed, he hurriedly let go of her hand.

A hint of unwillingness glistened in Sophie's eyes, which was quickly replaced by grievance, "Mark, please stop trying to persuade me to stay. We've intruded for too long."

As she spoke, tears started to fall, as if she was a white lotus that was about to wither.

Tammy threw herself into her arms and cried loudly, "Mommy, don't cry. It's all my fault. If I didn't make a mess, you wouldn't have suffered so much."

Looking at them made me feel as though the filming industry had a great loss not hiring this mother and daughter duo in any of the movies.

Mark looked at them distressingly.

The more he felt sorry for them, the angrier he became. He glared at me, "Lily, I asked them to move here because Sophie’s house pipes have been leaking for days, and it will take several days to repair it. Our mansion is huge, so I asked them to come over. You two can just take this opportunity to repair your friendship. I didn’t expect you to be so rude to them both. Tammy is just a child, how can you bear to make her sad?"

Although I had no intention of extending my conversation with Mark, I could not stand his biased remarks.

I said sarcastically, "Mark, please get your eyes checked. I only said one sentence ever since they stepped foot into this house just now. You were the ones that came up with your own stories. I think you deserve the Pulitzer Prize at this point. Also, I’m moving out, do you think I care who will move in?"

Mark looked at me blankly, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether I had fully lost hope or if I was just playing hard to get.

It wasn't until I pushed him away, dragged my suitcase and left without looking back, that he finally realized that I actually wanted a divorce.

I didn't even want the mansion.

He couldn't help but think of Sophie's car accident half a year ago.

After she was discharged from the hospital, Tammy kept saying she was scared having only the two of them at home.

So, he wanted the mother and daughter to move into the mansion.

However, when I found out, I smashed everything in the house angrily and shouted that if he dared to let Sophie move in, I would jump off the house.

Mark had no choice but to let this subject go.

As revenge, he had a cold war with me for three whole months.

It wasn't until Anthony was hospitalized due to allergies that I had to give in. He blocked the entryway to see my son and only allowed me to enter when I apologized to him.

Since then, the love I had for him slowly started to fade.

I became very well-behaved, even better than the incident in the past.

Mark was secretly proud of my change.

He felt that he had defeated the arrogant person in me, but he didn't know that from that moment on, my feelings for him began to wear away little by little, until they turned into nothing.

Mark wanted to go out and chase me, but Sophie suddenly screamed. He looked at Sophie and saw that Tammy had fainted at some point.

Sophie spoke, "Mark, what's wrong with Tammy?"

Anthony was turning anxious. He grabbed Mark's sleeve and said, "Dad, take Tammy to the hospital quickly!"

He didn't care about the woman that just left.

Mark picked up Tammy and rushed out of the mansion without a second to lose.

When he got out, he realized that snow was falling quickly.

This sudden blizzard prevented me from getting a taxi as well.

The mansion was located in a remote suburb, so I had no choice but to walk in the snow.

Mark's car stopped in front of me, the window was lowered, and he frowned and looked at me, "Get in the car."

I ignored him.

He hammered the steering wheel angrily, "Lily, how long will you continue to make things this hard?"

At this time, my mother's voice came from his mobile phone, "Lily, if you start acting out again, I will act as if I never gave birth to a daughter like you."

I smiled softly and said nonchalantly, "Then I will no longer be your daughter."

Mark let out a frustrating grunt alongside my mother’s hysterical curses as he stepped on the pedal.

When the car passed in front of me, I saw Sophie's proud face. She thought she had won.

Once again, I was separated from my family, looking like a lonely wretch. However, it did not bother me one bit.

Be it my parents, my husband, or my son, I didn't want them anymore.

'If Sophie wants them, I would just give them all to her.' I thought to myself.

The harsh weather reminded me of all the nasty memories that haunted me, gradually filling my mind.

I wanted to cry, not because I was sad, but just because I needed an outlet to vent.

However, I didn't dare to cry, I was afraid that my face would be stung by tears, which would undoubtedly make things worse.

I walked, one foot at a time, until my feet were numb, my mind was tangled, and I could no longer think of anything.

When I finally found a place to hide from the snow, a car seemed to be coming closer to me. The car suddenly skidded when it stopped, and it came straight to me.

The collision was not severe, but it caused me to fall onto the snowy ground. After being drenched in the snow for a long time, my body fainted from hypothermia.

When I woke up, my whole body ached as if it had been run over by a truck.

My head was dizzy, my eyelids were heavy, my whole body was heaty, and it felt as if there was a ball of fire in my throat.

I slowly opened my eyes and saw a young man with a clean shaven face sitting beside the bed.

I asked hoarsely, "Where am I?"

When the young man heard my voice, he shook in surprise, "You're awake! It's great! This is a hospital. You have a high fever. Also, you've been in a coma for two days."

He came so close that his breath hit my face, it was hot and itchy.

It had been a long time since I had been that close to someone of the opposite sex, and I could not help but frown in repulsion.

He quickly sat up straight, the tips of his ears turned slightly red as he told me what happened.

He said his name was Ralph Perry. His father was ill and needed money for treatment, so he worked as a taxi man as a side job. With this extra money, he used it to support his family.

He didn't expect that even though he was driving very carefully, the car skidded and lost control.

Fortunately, there was nothing wrong with me, except for a slightly twisted wrist.

In addition, the doctor said that I was severely anemic and hypoglycemic. Plus, my high fever was not going away. The doctor warned that it would cause pneumonia, so he volunteered to stay until I woke up.

I looked at him. He looked well-mannered and youthful. His big watery eyes were clear and untainted by the cruel world.

I glanced at the coat he was wearing, which had no visible brand name but was of visibly fine workmanship. This young man was not very good at lying.

However, I did not expose him. On the contrary, I was very grateful that he stayed.

I said, "Thank you, but you don't have to stay with me here. Just call someone from the insurance company."

He was sincere, "Actually, that's what I originally planned. However, neither the police nor the doctors can contact your family, so I stayed."

I see.

That group of people must have been paying attention to the scheming mother and daughter, so no one had time to pay attention to me.

At this moment, my cell phone rang.

Ralph showed it to me, and the word "Husband" was displayed on it.

He was very surprised. After all, it was rare for a married person to be left in a hospital for two days without being contacted.

I wanted the young man to ignore it, but he quickly pressed the answer button. He even pressed on the speaker button thoughtfully.

On the other end of the phone, Mark's voice came, "Lily, where have you been these two days?"

I rolled my eyes, not wanting to say another word to this evil man.

Mark's tone was a bit colder, "I don't care where you are, come back now and apologize to Sophie and her daughter. The doctor said that Tammy suffered psychological trauma from what happened back then and would faint whenever her heart rate increases. You harmed Sophie and her daughter. Do you not feel guilty?"

I frowned in disgust, but before I could say anything, Mark continued to talk to himself, "Your parents are here too, and they said that as long as you are willing to apologize to Sophie, they will forgive you. Don't you want your parents back? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. You will regret it if you don't come."

I sneered, and just as I was about to speak, Ralph spoke first, "She can't go, she's dead, and her body is in the funeral parlor. Why don't you go look for it? If you come any later, I'm afraid you won't even be able to find her ashes."