After a long night, Kiki's fever finally broke.
Mika had sent her parents home. In the hospital room, only she and Kiki remained.
She reached out and caressed Kiki's small face, then pressed a kiss to his cheek. Her eyes were filled with heartache and regret.
'If only she hadn't fallen in love with Tristan Grayson back then. If only she hadn't married him, how much better would things be...'
'Then her Kiki could have had a whole and happy family.'
Tristan Grayson had been waiting in the main hall. Only after he saw Joseph Summers and the others leave did he get up to find Mika.
He stopped at the door to the hospital room. Suddenly, his heart was filled with fear and panic. He snatched back his outstretched hand and turned to lean against the wall...
'Tristan, Tristan, what's wrong with you? This isn't like you at all. Why are you afraid? Why are you filled with such complex, conflicted, and agonizing emotions?'
