What value did love hold?

Everyone's emotions mattered. Perhaps in six months, he'd despise himself for today's vacillation.

This wasn't his typical behavior.

Edwin reclined into the plush leather seat, his head making a soft thud against it...

A throbbing headache plagued him.

He closed his eyes, but Laura's teary gaze remained etched in his mind. She had wept, but her determination was unyielding.

She possessed a strength he had underestimated.

Standing tall, she had walked away from him resolutely.

What else was there to hold onto?

Dawn was approaching.

Suddenly, activity stirred ahead. A black Hummer hurtled toward him, its glaring headlights illuminating Edwin's countenance.

Instinctively, he shielded his eyes.

As the lights dimmed, revealing the approaching vehicle, it became evident that it was Dylan behind the wheel.

Dylan leapt from the car, draped in a leather jacket, radiating energy.

His glare pierced Edwin with fierce intensity before he ascended the stairs.

Ten minutes elapsed.

He carried the luggage downstairs with Lina and Laura trailing behind.

Peter, who had been thoroughly intoxicated, remained unconscious, oblivious to the unfolding events.

Upon exiting the building, Laura's gaze inadvertently fell upon Edwin's car.

She lowered her eyes, feigning indifference, while Lina gently squeezed her hand.