When Lucy came around, she was in the hospital.

A young assistant lawyer stood by the side of the bed, saying to her in a helpless tone, "Ms. Quinn, the case has been settled. You need to try to let it go. Your health is what matters the most now."

Lucy came to her senses. Ignoring that a needle was in her arm connected to the IV drip, she immediately sat up and went through her bag.

"Can you take a look and see if this document is valid?" she asked, her voice trembling, as she handed the document to the assistant lawyer.

She soon received her answer. "Ms. Quinn, your husband has signed the papers. All we need is your signature. You'll be able to get the divorce settled in a month."

That morning, she had taken the papers and knelt in front of Wyatt. Perhaps he was rushing to head out, or he did not believe she would leave him. He was so sure that the papers were fake. So, he signed them without even looking.

He never would have guessed that she meant every word she said. Lucy did not want to wait a single moment longer. She pulled the needle out of her arm and headed straight to the courthouse to hand in her documents.

Once settled, she headed to the beach. She knelt under the cool drizzle and said, "Mom, I will stay in a place by the sea. I'll always be with you."

Her only reply was the sound of the cold breeze. After a long time of kneeling, she wiped her tears and made a call. "Hello, I'd like to arrange a…staged death and rescue."

She stuttered, yet with a determined tone, saying, "It'll happen in a month. I want my death to be a murder. I'll arrange for the place of death. I need you to give me a new identity. Once you rescue me, you'll send me abroad."

She would not only get a divorce, but she would also seek justice for herself. She would give Wyatt a surprise that he would never forget.

Once Lucy settled everything, she returned home. When she arrived, it was already nighttime.

The lights in the living room were still on. Wyatt was feeding Eva chicken soup, spoon by spoon.

"Wyatt, I've uploaded the apology letter online." Eva leaned on Wyatt's shoulder and said, "What Lucy did to me was slanderous. She needs to be taught a lesson about being bullied online. Don't interfere in this."

Wyatt gulped, but then he replied, "Okay. She deserved it."

Lucy suddenly remembered the criticism she had received online. They said that her mother deserved to die, that she was a terrible housekeeper, that she was a nobody…

Her heart felt a jab of pain, but she entered the living area with a neutral expression.

"Where did you go?" Wyatt was stunned to see Lucy's pale face. He softened his tone and asked, "How did you hurt your forehead?"

Lucy ignored him.

Eva chimed in, "Lucy, you're back. Just in time, too. I've brought you presents. Come quickly and have a look."

Wyatt cleared his throat, looking a little hesitant. "Lulu, Eva had been unconscious for a long time. She hasn't fully recovered yet. She'll be staying here for the time being. Please look after her.

"She's lactose intolerant. She can't have cold food. She'll need at least 10 hours of sleep. Her fruits need to be juiced…"

Every word was a jab into Lucy's heart. She chuckled in disbelief. "What? Are you asking me to look after her?"

"Be good, Lucy. Just let things go. Let the past be the past. You were once a housekeeper for my family. I have faith in you…" Wyatt trailed off.

On the dining table was a list of things to look out for in caring for Eva. There were 267 items on the list.

On the floor lay many bags from different luxury brands, but all of the items inside were either used or torn. The so-called gifts Eva gave her were basically trash.

Lucy suddenly recalled how, a few years ago, one of Wyatt's friends had called her a housekeeper, and Wyatt instantly lost it. He immediately cut ties with them and stopped a multi-million-dollar project.

"Lulu is my wife! An insult to her is an insult to me!"

Yet, at that moment, he was the one insulting her, asking her to be a caretaker of her enemy.

His promises meant nothing. She no longer believed him. Lucy held back her tears. That was the last 30 days. She would take it all in.

Little did she expect that night, Eva barged into their room, saying that she had had a nightmare. Wyatt had just finished his shower.

"Wyatt, I can't sleep on my own," she whined in a feeble yet coquettish tone. She got in the bed and hugged Wyatt, who was topless. "The mattress in the guest room is too hard. I'm scared. I want you to sleep with me."

Wyatt furrowed his brows, but Lucy knew he was caving in.

He was so worried for Eva that he scooped her into his arms right in front of Lucy.

He turned to look at Lucy. "Lulu, Eva hasn't suffered like this in her life. Can you...go to another room?"

At that moment, Lucy saw a flash of smugness flicker across Eva's face. Lucy pursed her lips and got out of bed, taking her pillow. "Since Ms. Lawson likes it so much. She can have the bed."

Not only the bed, but she could also have the man. Lucy did not want either, anymore.

For the next few days, Eva quickly regained her energy thanks to Wyatt's nightly accompaniment.

She would get bored sometimes and call a few BFFs over to have afternoon tea.

"Eva, Wyatt must really care for you. The year when you were unconscious, he constantly went to Ingleland. He even said that as long as you woke up, he would get a divorce, just for you!"

Lucy coincidentally walked past, so she overheard that. It had stung.

Since Wyatt was not around, Eva could not be bothered to put on her act. She said, "Lucy, your coffee is disgusting."

Lucy went over. She was about to take the coffee away when one of Eva's friends grabbed her by the wrist. "What sort of attitude is that? Any of Eva's caretakers who make disgusting coffee will have to kneel and apologize! Don't you dare pretend!" she rebuked Lucy after receiving a nudge from Eva.

Before Lucy could react, the other person grabbed her by the hair and poured hot coffee on her.

"Stop it!" The next second, a man's voice interrupted them. Wyatt entered home just in time to see that scene. He ran over and pulled Lucy behind him. "Who said you could bully her?"

Eva's eyes instantly reddened. She clutched her tummy and yelled, "Wyatt, no! Please don't blame my friend! She was only helping me! Lucy deliberately added milk to my coffee. My stomach hurts!"

Wyatt was suddenly taken aback. Then, he looked at Lucy with an icy, inquisitive gaze.

Milk?

"Lucy, I told you that she's lactose intolerant!"

How comical. All it took was just a lie from Eva to stop him from protecting her.

"I didn't do it!" Lucy's eyes stung while coffee dripped from her hair. "She's pretending."

However, her explanation was overpowered by Eva's flawless acting and her friends' exaggerated embellishments.

Wyatt was so furious he shattered the coffee table. He went and scooped Eva up while reprimanding Lucy, saying, "Lucy, stay here and think about what you've done!"

Eva was clearly unhappy about it. She cried even more. "I'm not going to the hospital. No one has ever bullied me like this! I can't take it anymore. Wyatt, just let me die in pain."

Eva would not go to the hospital until Wyatt called his bodyguards. "Lock Lucy up in the cellar!"

The cellar was a punishment for the bodyguards who made huge mistakes in the Grant family. The room was tiny and dark, and also filled with unknown insects.

Lucy resisted while the bodyguards dragged her away. "No! I'm not going!" No matter how she yelled, Wyatt would not listen. He had already taken Eva out of the house without looking back.

Lucy cowered in the corner of the cellar for 24 hours, bearing through the itch and pain on her skin as the insects crawled all over her. It was driving her mad!

No matter how she cried or yelled, the bodyguard standing outside would not budge.

Before she lost all consciousness, she sensed a huge red patch of bumps on her body. She was in so much pain that she felt numb. Tears streaked down her face as she shut her eyes in despair.

"Lulu, wake up." A familiar voice brought her back to her senses. She opened her eyes to see the living room chandelier above her.

Wyatt sighed in relief to see her coming around. He said softly, "I know you're mad, Lulu, but what you did was wrong. No matter what, you shouldn't have hurt Eva."

Lucy could not help but snicker. "And you believe her just like that?"

Wyatt furrowed his brows, somewhat annoyed. "Enough. I've already gotten a priest to pray for your mother by the sea. Stop causing trouble anymore. Eva's situation is more important right now.

"She was raised with a silver spoon in her mouth. You had truly frightened her this time. The doctors were unable to determine what was wrong with her. She couldn't sleep the entire night.

"The priest we called said that the person who did her wrong has to make her a protective bracelet made of thorns…"

Lucy was stunned. Wyatt waited for her to wake up just because of Eva?

Lucy said with a trembling hoarse voice, "Wyatt, can't you see the state I'm in?" She raised her arm, covered in red patches. It was a terrifying sight to behold.

Wyatt was silent for a moment before saying, "Eva hasn't rested for an entire day! The bracelet must be done tonight!"

"What if I say no?" Lucy's eyes reddened, yet she had no more tears to cry. "Are you going to lock me up in the cellar again, letting those insects bite me to death?"

Wyatt could not bear to see Lucy like that, so he shut his eyes helplessly. "Lulu, just bear with it for a while. Once Eva has completely recovered, once I've repaid her for saving my life, we'll be back to before," he said.

Then, he placed a few thick thorny branches next to her and said, "If you're not going to do it, the bodyguards will make you. Apparently, it's best to use human blood to make these protective bracelets."

He left, slamming the door shut behind him.

A few bodyguards approached Lucy. "Mrs. Grant, please don't waste any time. Mr. Grant said that these thorns are to be picked up with your fingers. Every bead needs to be sanded down as well."

That night, Lucy did not rest at all. Her fingers were pricked by thorns and bled by the torment of the rough sandpaper.

Finally, in the early hours of morning, Eva smiled in satisfaction. "Wyatt, the bracelet sure is useful. My head stops hurting the moment I put it on."

Wyatt replied gently, "That's great. Good girl. Go to sleep. I'll be here."

Lucy slowly curled up in the corner of the bed, touching her injured fingers, watching the blood drip onto the bed. She chuckled self-deprecatingly as tears fell.

Once, just a prick from the rose was more than enough for Wyatt to feel guilty, yet at that moment, he forced her to make a bracelet with her blood-stained fingers to please another woman.

How could they possibly go back to before? Her love for him was all gone.

The next day, Eva had slept well due to the bracelet. She was in such a good mood that she took Wyatt out on a trip.

Lucy only found out from social media that they had gone to Grecia to see the sunset. The photos were against the white walls of Sandorine, with Eva holding Wyatt's hand.

There was also a caption.

[In the tenth year of liking you, I finally got what I wanted…]

Looking at the photo, Lucy's heart felt empty, but surprisingly, it was no longer painful.

She took her wedding ring off. Then, she went to the garden and pulled out all the bellflowers by their roots, throwing them into the bin.

After doing all that, she opened her laptop and logged onto her social media, filled with insults and criticism. She set a post to be published at a specific time.

[When this letter goes out, I'm no longer around…]

She had taken a long time to write her final note. When she finally finished, she heard a car entering the yard. Then, Wyatt hurriedly rushed inside.

"Why did you destroy all the bellflowers? Lulu, I thought you liked them. I planted them for you all those years ago."

Somehow, his face was a little pale. There was also a little blood on his sleeves.

Lucy looked at him calmly as she closed her laptop. "The roots are rotten. Just plant something else in the future."

Wyatt was relieved to hear her mention the future. "Alright, I'll plant something else for you."