All her joy vanished in an instant. Stella Lockwood stopped in her tracks, her radiant face dimming bit by bit. She looked at the man who had been so inseparable from her just a moment ago, a bitter taste rising in her heart. 'It's not him anymore.'
Though it was the same body, the person inside was no longer the same.
'Sigh. Why did I have to fall asleep just now?'
'There was still so much I wanted to tell him!'
'Now I have to keep it all bottled up inside.'
"Sit down." Sean Quinn could see how upset she was, so he softened his tone. "I have something to tell you."
Stella Lockwood had no choice but to sit down across from him. Hanson had told her to cooperate with Sean Quinn. "When... did he leave?"
"You were sleeping too soundly, and he couldn't wake you. That's why he didn't get to say goodbye. But he did write you a letter." He took a piece of paper from the coffee table drawer.
Stella Lockwood quickly leaned over and took the letter. It read:
