Chapter 1293

In Italee. Mable somehow fell asleep while sitting on the floor. At one point, she had a dream. She found herself in Richworth, and it was snowing. The roses in Royal View Villa have become withered, leaving nothing but dry and cracked branches. It was a desolate sight. It was night, and a man stood by himself in the rose garden. He was hunched over with his back facing Mable, allowing a coat of snow to accumulate on his shoulders. Mable slowly walked toward him. That was when she heard his dull, heavy voice filtering into her ears, “Look, Mable, it's snowing again. It’s cold out. Make sure you wear another layer so you don’t catch a cold. I’ll wait for you at home.” As she listened to the man's sad voice, Mable felt a sharp pain deep inside her heart. Even the simple task of breathing required herculean effort. It was Blair... Why was he out here in the middle of the night when there was such a heavy snowfall? She drew closer and found Blair still looking d