Olivia stared at the pale moon in the sky, which was an apt reflection of her miserable and meaningless life.

She no longer wished to be involved with Ethan and sought death. In death, there would be no love or hate. Perhaps, he might give up obsessing over her if she were dead.

To her surprise, Ethan jumped and grabbed her wrist when she plunged from the balcony.

Connor was disturbed by the scene and hurriedly hopped off the bed. He then jogged out of the room to look for Brent.

Brent was smoking outside the room but put it out when he saw the kid stumbling toward him. He crouched and patiently asked, "Hey, Connor. Why are you out here?"

Panicking, Connor explained, "Mama … Cry …" He attempted to communicate with gestures, but Brent had no idea what he was trying to say.

Brent lifted Connor into his arms. "I'll send you back to the room. It's cold out here. You shouldn't catch a cold."

Meanwhile, Ethan was holding onto Olivia's hand. She looked at him emotionlessly. "Ethan,