"And Forrest? Do you still love him? Could you stay for him?" Camila ventured.

Laura met her gaze. “Do you think he and I have a chance?"

Camila was at a loss.

She didn't know what she'd do in Laura's shoes.

What Hana did to Laura was unforgivable, a matter of life and death.

Forgiving wasn't easy, and staying meant facing Hana.

It was hard for anyone to accept it.

Laura said, resigned yet calm, "You see, you can't even answer.

There's too much between us. It's impossible. Nevertheless, I've already set it free, pardoned the bitterness, and moved past our history." Laura's smile was faint. "I'm settled with him and his mother. My amnesia gave me time to release my anger, to seek my revenge."

Camila watched her, speechless.

Laura's resolve was unmistakable.

She had clearly made her decision.

"Aren't you going to reconsider?" Yet she yearned for her to stay.

"It'll be so lonely heading to an unfamiliar place with no friends or family, won't it?"

“I'm still young. Maybe I'll find someone and marry. I won't be alone forever. Don't worry over me," Laura reassured with a smile.

Camila bit her lip, troubled. "How can I not worry? You'll be all by yourself..."

"Don't worry. It's getting late. I have things to do."

Laura stood up.

Camila caught her arm. “Are you still upset with me?"

“What do you mean?" Laura held her hand gently. “You know me, right?