"My personality is changed completely due to the poison."

That was the best proof. Or why would Avery become another woman without psychological trauma or physical wound?

Before Avery was poisoned, she had been obedient and nice. She could grovel to the man she loved. But, she was strong, rebellious, and persistent. What was more important, after she was poisoned, she did everything in her power to get away from Evan, instead of waiting for him to love her back.

But Evan fell for her after her personality was completely changed.

Evan grew silent as Avery kept talking. What she said has been bothering and confusing him. No matter how hard he thought, he couldn't think of an answer.

Avery's change was too sudden. It was unpredictable and out of control. At first, he thought it was her little trick, and she was playing hard to get. But he gradually found out it wasn't true. She was two different women before and after.

Evan's mind was blank. If he had known painted glass's materials, it would have grave consequences, but he'd rather he took them.

But there aren't many "ifs" in the world...

"Honey, I'm sorry. I..."

Evan punched on the wall as hard as he could. The strike was for him. God knows how he wanted to protect her from harm's way of life. However, it was him that made her suffer, hurt, and have a close encounter with death.

How ironic!

Evan was so angry and guilty. He smashed the glass vases on the entrance shelf on the ground.

Evan suddenly got down with one knee...

Avery turned pale immediately, "What are you doing?"

"I know my pain right now is nothing compared to what you've been through. But I want you to know I hurt more than you see me kneeling down on the broken glasses."

Avery looked down at his knee. The sharp broken glasses pierced his knees as blood kept pouring.

"Get up..."

Evan held her hand, "Avery, forgive me. Let's think of something together."

Avery shook her head, "Evan, you don't understand what a scar it leaves in my mind. You don't understand what I go through when I see our daughter's face every day. When I knew I was poisoned, I was afraid that I might not wake up the next day. Now, I'm frightened every day that our daughter might leave us."

Avery's eyes were full of tears. She couldn't keep them in her eye sockets anymore, "The sight of the scar on our baby's face reminds me of how you hurt us. I don't care whether you mean it or not. The harm is done. How could I face you if anything should happen to our daughter?"

"I'm sorry. I can't forgive you. Not now. I can't face you either. Seeing you reminds me of our daughter and how she has to suffer while she's so small. You know, I'd rather die before transferring it to her."

Avery pushed Evan's hand off. It was so easy and effortless. Evan lowered his hands in frustration. He knew she would go. And he had no right to stop her...

Evan asked with a hoarse voice, "What if our daughter is healed..."

"Maybe I'll move on then. Just maybe."

Avery turned around, left, and closed the door, keeping two equally struggling hearts apart.

Avery lowered her head. She couldn't stop crying. She didn't mind being harmed. But she could not allow her daughter to be harmed. Although she was young and had no idea what life meant, nobody had the right to deprive her of the right to live. Her daughter must live...

Avery wrapped herself in the coat, rushing to the elevator door. Out of sudden—

Bang! She was in a rush while lowering her head and bumped into the guy who came her way.

The guy had a tray with ointment and other stuff to wrap up the wound.

Avery looked up. The guy she bumped into lowered his head to apologize, "Sorry, Mrs. Howel. I'm in a rush."

It was Evan's bodyguard.

She looked down at the ointment on the ground and took it. She asked, "Is it for treating burns?"

Evan was hurt in his knees. And he just got hurt. How did the security team know and send the drug right away?

And why did they send burn ointment?

Maybe it was a mistake.

"Yes. It's for treating burns."

The bodyguard hurried to pick up other drugs along with cotton sticks and gauze.

Avery picked up the drugs and looked at them. They were all for burns. There was no exception. She asked, "Was he burnt?"

Avery didn't see any other wounds other than his knee.

"Mr. Howel is hurt on his arm."

"Arm?"

Avery was very confused. Arms didn't get burnt easily. Could it be a coincidence that George burnt his arm to save Avery?

Avery stopped breathing for a second, "Is it... left arm?"

The bodyguard nodded. He was confused too, "Mrs. Howel, don't you know?"

Was it also the left arm?

Avery felt someone threw a bomb in her mind. Boom! Her mind was blank.

Avery froze. She didn't hear anything else the bodyguard said.

Avery saw his lips moving. So she nodded and shook her head. She had no idea what she wanted to say. At last, she gave all the drugs back to the bodyguard and stumbled to the elevator.

She wasn't far when she paused and turned around. She said, "His knee is hurt, too. Get some drugs to stop bleeding and for disinfection."

The bodyguard nodded, confused. When he realized it was Evan, Avery was talking about; she already entered the elevator.

Avery pressed the button with a shaking hand. She couldn't get the frightening idea out of her head.

Both George and Evan were burnt on the left arm...

Was it a coincidence?

It had to be a coincidence.

Avery got out of the elevator, distracted. She rushed to the door of the hotel. She left in such a hurry that she forgot Mr. Black was still with the wife of the chief police.

Nor did she hear Charles call her name when she walked out of the hotel.

Finally, Charles went up and grabbed Avery.

"What's going on?"

Charles looked back. She left in such a hurry that Charles thought she was being chased.

She looked at Charles with a lost look. She answered after a while, "Charles."

"Yes, it's me," Charles held her because she looked pale, "let's get in the car to get some rest. We can talk about it later."

Avery nodded, and Charles held her in the car.

"Is it Miss Summer? Did she do something to you?"

Charles knew Avery was having dinner with Diana tonight. He was worried about her and decided to take a look. He had sent her a text before he came.

Avery shook her head. She leaned back on the seat of the passenger's seat. She kept having flashbacks of how she bet balls with George Lautner.

"If I win, forgive me. Okay?"

"I'm not just interested in you. I like everything about you, including your kid."

"I am suddenly very curious. Tell me, and you're such an attractive woman with a character. What's your ex-husband like? He's so lucky that you're willing to marry him."

"Is he hot?"

"He must love you so much."

"I guess you love him too."

Avery shook her head so hard to shake the flashbacks out of her head.

Maybe she was overthinking?

Maybe it was a coincidence.

They looked like two different guys.

"Avery?"

Charles called her name. Avery took a deep breath and asked, "What can you do to change your look besides plastic surgery?"