NovelEnglishAndrea quickly chased after Liam and caught up with him just as he was standing by his car, pulling on a pair of
gloves. He looked like he was ready to hit the road.
She called out to him, "Liam!"
Even though he wasn't 20 yet, Liam was already quite tall. Standing in front of the car on a snowy night like this,
he looked like something out of a picture. There was something bold about his features, the kind of face that
made it obvious he cfrom money.
"What is it?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder as he tugged on the last glove.
Andrea grabbed his wrist, her voice soft and syrupy. "Letborrow your phone, just for a second. | want to
change my nin your contacts. | just... want to feel like | mean something special to you."
He didn't argue. It was such a small thing, and honestly, he didn't have the energy to fight over it. She was going
to be his wife after all, and he was trying to be responsible.
Andrea took the phone and quickly did what she cfor-she added Grace's number to the blocked list. Then
she changed her own contact nfrom Andrea to "Wifey".
When Liam glanced at it, the new nmade his stomach churn slightly, but he didn't say anything. He took the
phone back, got in the car, and started the engine.
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Andrea stood outside with a bright smile plastered across her face. "Don't forget to answer my calls! The baby
and | will be waiting for you to cback!"
Liam gave a small nod and pressed the gas.
Truthfully, he didn't really like being alone with Andrea. She wasn't exactly
stimulating company, and he never thought he'd be a father so young. This whole situation still felt like some
out-of-control accident.
Liam drove through the night and didn't stop until the sun was coming up. He finally reached Bensville at dawn.
The address he'd been given wasn't far from the house of the old alternative medicine practitioner he'd seen last
time. This old alternative medicine practitioner's nwas Wyatt Colema. He was the one who'd given him
alternative medicine for Grace's menstrual pain.
Before anything else, he stopped at a shop on his way and picked up a small gift before heading over to Wyatt's
place.
If the last prescription hadn't worked, Grace would need something stronger. She'd nearly passed out from the
pain this time.
Wyatt was surprised to see him that early. He figured Liam must've left Druville the night before to arrive at such
an early hour.
"Liam! You're here this early. Is there anything you need?"
"Yes, Mr. Coleman," Liam replied respectfully. "Last t| asked you for a formula to help my sister with her
period cramps. But this time, it was so bad she almost fainted. | don't think that one worked. Do you have
something else?"
Wyatt stroked his beard thoughtfully as he said, "I do. But I'll need to dig up sof the herbs myself. They're up
on the mountain. | planted them up there last year. It'll take about two hours. Are you in a hurry?"
Because it had to do with Grace, Liam was completely serious, and he spoke up right away. "No rush. I'll be
staying in Bensville a few days anyway. Lettag along. You shouldn't be hiking alone at your age. It's not
safe."
Wyatt chuckled, hoisting a woven basket onto his back. "Alright. If Quentin could see you now, he'd be proud. His
son turned out just fine."
Liam flushed a little with embarrassment. He knew just how close he'd cto going off the rails, and if it hadn't
been for Grace, he probably would've.
He took the basket from Wyatt and said, "Letcarry it. | got it." "You're a good kid, Liam."
Wyatt opened the back door of the house, and they started walking.
The temperature in the mountains was even colder than back in Druville. Snow covered everything, and a thick
blanket crunched under their boots.
There was a patch of yellow daisies in the backyard. The sweet floral scent lingered in the frozen air.
Liam wrinkled his nose. "Mr. Coleman, you really like daisies? | always thought yellow flowers were kind of
unlucky. Like... the kind of thing people leave at graves."
As soon as the words left his mouth, he noticed something. Beneath the daisy tree was a small mound of earth.
His eyes narrowed. "What's that? A grave? Is it a family member?"
Next to the mound was a freshly broken daisy stem. It looked like someone had just placed it there.
Wyatt stopped walking but didn't say anything.
Liam, curious, stepped toward the small grave. He was at that age where curiosity overruled everything. He even
bent down to pick a few daisies, thinking he might leave them there out of respect.
But he froze when he got close enough to see the wooden plaque beside the grave. A few lines of handwriting
were carved into it-small, clean strokes.
And Liam recognized that handwriting, very, very well.
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