Chapter 52

I've lived in this villa for more than ten years now, and I've grown quite attached to it—maybe just as much as the old Page family estate. I'd lived in my family's estate for over a decade with my parents, and for the last ten years, I had shared this villa with my wife. Now, my feelings for Valerie had long been lost and faded to nothing. I was unsure about what I should leave behind, but Valerie probably wouldn't care. All that mattered to her was Andrew and the child she was pregnant with. So if I were to really die, she would probably become the happiest person alive. Because then, she'd be able to marry the person she truly loved and give birth to their child. "Where are you heading to so early in the morning, Mr. Page?" Alfred asked. I turned to look at him. There was so much I wanted to say to him, but I was afraid he'd sense that something was amiss. "I'm going for a jog. The weather's looking good this morning," I answered. Alfred nodded and said, "Come back early f