We once spent a loving night wrapped in each other's warmth, looking forward to having an adorable baby someday.

At that time, I always thought I'd be the best father in the world. Alas, those days were now gone forever.

Later, Jose walked upstairs in his leather shoes.

Before Phoebe could pull me into her arms, he interlocked his fingers with hers. "Phoebe, why don't you drive us there? You've been home these days, you must be bored."

Phoebe nodded and I instinctively gave up the front passenger seat.

As the scenery outside the window changed, my heart suddenly clenched. This road … wasn't it the way to the cemetery?

Before the car even came to a full stop, I yanked the door open and rushed out.

The once crowded rows of tombstones were gone, replaced by fields of crops. A worker nearby was watering them with a hose.

I stumbled forward, my throat hoarse and aching. "Excuse me, isn't this supposed to be a cemetery? How did it change like this? Where did the people buried here go?"

The man frowned in confusion, then his brow relaxed as he pointed to a small hill not far away. "This used to be a cemetery, but the Watsons surveyed the land and found the geological conditions were good, so they used it to grow mushrooms."

A girl weeding nearby looked up, her eyes full of envy. "Yeah, I heard it's because Mrs. Watson's lover is in poor health, so she spent a fortune to buy this land for him."

In the distance, Phoebe guiltily looked away.

Jose kindly reminded me, "Don't worry. I was afraid you wouldn't be able to find your parents' ashes, so I specifically had them placed at the top of the hill."

My mind went completely blank and my legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

I ran towards the hill without looking back, but then it started to rain heavily out of nowhere. The raindrops stung my skin and I collapsed to my knees in the mud, exhausted.

The entire mountainside was buried under shattered gravestones, the names worn down and impossible to read.

But then, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted the faint letters Garrison. I dropped to my knees and frantically clawed at the sharp, broken stones.

Excruciating pain shot through my fingers as every wound on my body burst open, followed by a bone-deep agony spread within me.

I cried until my voice was hoarse and my vision blurred. "I'm sorry … I'm sorry, Mom and Dad. It's all my fault. I never knew people's true nature."

The rain intensified and a thick fog began to rise in the mountains.

Soon, Phoebe's worried voice drifted from behind me. "Hans, where are you?"

Unfortunately, Jose found me first. His hidden malice surfaced clearly in his eyes.

That man's sharp fingernails dug into my wound. Then, he viciously gripped my neck and shook me violently. "Hans, why on earth did you come back? If you just died, Phoebe would only have eyes and heart for me."

I couldn't breathe and I was dragged to the edge of the slope like a dead dog.

In my blurry vision, I saw Phoebe getting closer.

At the same time, Jose whispered provocatively in my ear. "Hans, guess who she'll choose this time?"

Before I could react, he wrapped his arms around me and we tumbled down the slope. He held me down tightly, flipping over me upon impact to use me as a human cushion.

Excruciating pain exploded from my shoulder blade. I managed to look down and saw a branch as thick as my wrist piercing straight through my shoulder.

The taste of blood immediately filled my mouth.

In my hazy consciousness, I saw Phoebe tenderly pulling Jose into her arms. She gently wiped the dust off him like a child.

Just like before, when the earthquake struck, she still chose Jose without hesitation.

On the other side, I was left forgotten in the rubble. My legs were now pinned under a massive stone and I was nearly losing my limbs and becoming crippled.

Tears mixed with rain streamed down my face. My voice was broken and raspy. "It hurts … so much … "

Finally, Phoebe's gaze fell upon me.

Just as she took a step forward, Jose fainted weakly in her arms, clutching her little finger and grimacing in distress.

"Phoebe, my heart hurts so much … "

That fragile expression stabbed Phoebe's heart like a dagger.

She immediately averted her gaze, frantically helping Jose to his feet. "Hans, hold on a moment. I'll call an ambulance," she said.

That woman's back was thin, her legs trembling wildly as she carried the heavy load. Even so, she never considered abandoning Jose.

I clenched the fragments of the tombstone in my palm tightly.

As my consciousness faded, I seemed to see my mom and dad smiling at me with understanding. "Hans, Mom and Dad don't blame you."

But I couldn't forgive myself.

When I woke up again, I saw a clean white ceiling. Phoebe was sitting by the hospital bed, her face utterly pale, with large dark circles under her eyes.

The moment she saw me open my eyes, she happily squeezed my hand. "Hans, does your body still hurt?"

I painfully removed the needle from the back of my hand, forcing myself to sit up and kneeling at Phoebe's feet. "I'm sorry, Madam, I didn't take good care of myself. I can go home now. Mr. Levine and the baby need me."

Phoebe tenderly stroked my reopened, bleeding wound, her fingers trembling uncontrollably. When she reached out in despair, I instinctively covered my head.

"Hans, how did you become like this?" she sobbed.

I lowered my eyes and remained silent.

An eerie silence fell over the hospital room until Phoebe's frantic phone ringing finally broke the tension.

Jose's anxious shouts came through the speakerphone, accompanied by the piercing cries of a baby. "Phoebe, the baby keeps crying. I haven't slept well for days. Can you please get Hans back? I'm so annoyed!"

Before Phoebe could answer, I was already removing the hospital gown. The scars covering my body were exposed to her view and her eyes reddened as if stung by something.

The phone was abruptly hung up.

Phoebe's voice was terribly hoarse as she spoke. "Hans, where did these injuries come from?"

I quietly put on my regular clothes and signaled for her to handle my discharge. "Madam, my duty is to take care of Mr. Levine and the baby. Please take me home."

Her shoulders shook violently. Losing control, she cupped my face and growled in a low voice, "Hans, what exactly have they done to you?"

I returned her question with a polite smile. "Madam, they were simply following your instructions, teaching me how to serve Mr. Levine and the baby properly."

I watched as all the color drained from Phoebe's face, her lips trembling wildly. "But ... I only wanted you to be a little more obedient. I didn't … "

The phone rang again and I urged Phoebe to go home. At the same time, a doctor outside the door secretly gave me a thumb-up.

Back at the villa, Jose snapped irritably at Phoebe.

I took the crying baby from that man and gently patted his tiny back. He seemed to recognize my scent and gradually calmed down.

Jose instantly sensed something was wrong and gestured for me to return to the nursery. Without his permission, I couldn't leave that cramped room.

That night, suppressed, heavy breathing came from next door. "Phoebe, do you miss me? My body misses you so much … I want you so badly."

Phoebe seemed to be deliberately suppressing her ragged breaths, not wanting anyone to hear. Yet Jose panted rapidly, as if he wanted the whole world to know he was making love to her.

I quietly pushed open the window, letting the wind blow away the remaining sleeping pill powder.

At that very moment, my phone suddenly lit up. A new message popped up in the notification bar. [The ladder is ready. Come down quickly with the child.]

I scooped up the sleeping child into my arms, then pried out the USB drive hidden beneath the floorboards under the bed.

In the thick darkness of night, I climbed into the passenger seat of that person's car and we sped straight to the airport.