Chapter 73

Daniel, wearing a white shirt, remained silent as he stood by the floor-to-ceiling window. The wind played with the corners of his clothes. The men carefully placed Serena on a bed in the room and respectfully exited. Once the door closed, Daniel finally turned around. His fair complexion and striking black eyes carried a profound sense of sorrow and silence. He approached the bed, picked up a cup from the side, and splashed water onto Serena's face without any mercy. Coughing, Serena woke up to an unfamiliar ceiling. Startled, she sat up and saw the man standing before her. Unlike Matthew's indifference, this man's coldness was tinged with a hint of sorrow and death, like a quiet, withered narcissus. "Daniel," Serena mocked with a smirk on her face. Daniel's gaze remained indifferent. Meeting an old friend under these circumstances left them speechless. Serena wiped a handful of water from her face, feeling unlucky, how could she meet this man. As she tried to leave, Daniel spoke, "If