"Buried? Evelyn, do you have to curse your daughter like that every day?" Charles'' face was as cold as frost, and his voice as chilling as if it came from hell itself.


    Evelyn''s body swayed, on the verge of copse, as she stared at her daughter''s photo on the bedside table with eyes red from crying.


    The direction her daughter was looking in was exactly where Charles stood. Since Charlie was born, no matter how coldly Charles treated her, she still deeply loved her father.


    In this moment, Evelyn saw her daughter''s gaze and felt as if she could see the hope in her daughter''s eyes.


    Charlie hoped her father would apany her on herst journey, allowing her to be reborn without any regrets.


    Evelyn reached out to grasp Charles'' arm and turned to look at him. For Charlie''s sake, she spoke again, "Charles, I''m telling the truth. Charlie really..."


    Charles lowered his gaze to meet Evelyn''s tear-soaked eyes. The pain in them was so genuine it reminded him of the day of the designpetition awards. He had been deceived by such eyes then. "Evelyn, you''re beyond help!"


    Charles jerked his arm away from her, his movement so forceful that the pendant he always carried was flung out, striking Evelyn''s face.


    She instinctively turned her head to dodge, but it still struck her near the eye. "Ouch," she gasped in pain.


    The pendantnded on the bed, and when Evelyn saw it, she paused for a moment as something shed through her mind. She instinctively reached out to pick it up to see it clearly.


    "Don''t touch it." Charles snatched it back. He carefully and dearly put it back on, giving her a cold nce before turning and leaving without looking back.


    ...


    After hearing the door close, Evelyn''s body rxed, and shey down on Charlie''s bed, staring at Charlie''s photo on the bedside table as her eyes reddened even more. Tears welled up, and she began to sob silently. Having just recovered from a fever, she soon fell into a drowsy sleep.


    She had a dream.


    In the dream, she saw the pendant that had fallen from Charles'' neck again. The pendant was not on Charles. Instead, it was worn by a little girl about five or six years old.


    en


    The girl was looking down, tears dropping down steadily. A boy, about ten, stood in front of her.


    The boy took off a pendant from his neck, fumbling to ce it in the girl''s palm. "Debbie, wait for me."


    The girl mimicked the boy, taking off the pendant she wore around her neck and letting the boy kneel down. He knelt, his action revealing the little girl''s face.


    Evelyn suddenly opened her eyes. Feeling unwell, she was sweating profusely. Her nightgown was soaked through.


    She sat up in bed, changed into a dry nightgown, andy back down.


    The face of the girl from her dream appeared in her mind again. That face looked so much like her when she was a child, but she had no memory of this.


    Exhausted Evelyn didn''t think much


    further. Eager for a good night''s sleep, She reached for the mtonin on her bedside, swallowed it and soon fell into a deep sleep.


    ...


    At the Hospital, Dahlia hadpleted her discharge procedures and was waiting for Charles to pick her up.


    The weather was nice, and she was enjoying the warm sunshine in the hospital garden.


    "Ms. Dahlia." Suddenly, a sleazy voice floated to her from behind.


    Dahlia shuddered violently.