Chapter 18

I turned my phone off, shutting out the news altogether. Right now, I just wanted to revisit the place where I grew up. The dining table and chairs were personally chosen by my mother and father. They always said dinner was a time for family, a warm gathering. We had dinners around that table for more than ten years. My parents were gone now, but the table and chairs remained—still clean and polished, as if someone had been regularly cleaning them. "Mr. Page, someone has been cleaning here regularly. It must have been arranged by Mrs. Page. She may seem cold, but she's warm at heart. Even though she grew close to Andrew, you were still married for ten years. How could she not care about you?" Alfred always worried about my relationship with Valerie. After all, we had spent so many years together, like family. I couldn't help but sneer. Valerie had a heart of stone when it came to me, but she was always warm and passionate around Andrew. Understanding my silence, Alfred wisely he