Ronan Shaw said, "....Cecilia, my uncle is different." He watched her retreating figure. "If Uncle wanted to get married, he would have done it long ago. Why would he wait until now? If you don't accept him, he'll spend the rest of his life alone."
Cecilia Adler shouted back, "If he really does spend the rest of his life alone, then come find me when he's on his deathbed. I'll acknowledge him then. I'll even perform his last rites and bury him with my mother. That should be enough to honor his supposed devotion."
Ronan Shaw was speechless. 'How can she be like this?!'
'That Li guy, wasn't it?'
'Fine!'
'Just you wait and see!'
...
When Cecilia Adler got home, she carefully studied her mother's photograph.
Her mother had died at the same age she was now, and in such a wretched state.
'I have to make something of myself,' she thought. 'The one who caused Mom's death in childbirth, and that old woman who secretly kept her picture!'
'None of them will get away with it!'
