Chapter 93

"That's my business," Edith retorted. I was annoyed with her response. It seemed that I had been naive to think I could escape Isabelle so easily. Clearly, women's words could not always be trusted. "I have to go," I stated abruptly. Without waiting for her reply, I turned and got into my car, stepping on the gas. Honestly, Edith was becoming as clingy as Isabelle, and I felt an urgent need to escape from her presence. As I drove away, I gradually slowed down and began to calm myself. When I noticed a flower shop on the way, I stopped to buy a bouquet and headed to the cemetery. It had been a while since I had visited my parents, and I suddenly felt a strong urge to see the people who truly cared about me. When I was young, I had autism, and my parents spent almost all their savings on my treatment. In the end, I was cured, but they fell ill from overworking and passed away. I never even got the chance to have a proper conversation with them, but I always felt their love. To my