She left with another man.

As a man himself, Edwin couldn't help but sense Dylan's affection for Laura.

Perhaps, he should be relieved that she was being taken care of.

Deep in thought, Edwin ascended the stairs, reaching his apartment door.

It remained impeccably neat like when he left hours ago. In fact, Laura wasn't one to keep things in their places, and it was always Edwin who would clean up after her.

Her belongings had always been scattered about, tiny trinkets of unknown origin.

Those things were still there.

Laura only took away her clothes and a few important design drafts of the studio.

The other items remained untouched, which meant she didn't want them anymore.

Edwin proceeded to the main bedroom, spotting a man's black shirt atop the bed. It was her favorite. Occasionally, she'd don this shirt while he worked in his study, snuggling into his embrace, demanding his attention.

Yet, such moments were infrequent, as she busied herself with her own pursuits.

She was undemanding, content with the smallest gestures of affection.

A simple gift could brighten her mood for weeks, and she never once inquired about his income.

She contributed generously to the household expenses. She... treated this place as her own sanctuary.

Edwin sank into a chair, covering his face with his trembling hand.

Those three months of cohabitation held an inexplicable significance for him.

His phone interrupted his reverie, and instinctively, he anticipated Laura's call.

However, it was his father, Mark, whose voice sounded somewhat hoarse from having just awaken.

“Edwin, your mother will arrive in Duefron a day earlier than planned.

She requires a hospital visit to collect her medication. I need you to accompany her. Your sister is swamped with schoolwork and can't attend. You know how your mother is. She's a perpetual child at heart. She won't go to the hospital alone."