After work, Eric didn't wait for Sylvia.

When he got back to the Rosewood Estate, it was already 7:00 p.m. The drive took him two hours, even though it usually only took 30 minutes.

At home, he headed to the kitchen as usual to cook. Conversations with Sylvia had become rare.

After dinner and a short break, he began practicing his punches. Due to the intensive training in recent days, his punching speed and strength had notably risen.

During a series of punches, the rope securing the punching bag snapped. He frowned.

Sylvia observed him silently, aware he wasn't merely practicing his punches but rather channeling his pent-up frustration.

"What's the point of using the punching to vent? If you're tough enough, go punch the wall," she said casually.

Eric was not foolish enough to punch a wall. Without saying anything, he took a shower, returned to his room, and locked the door behind him.

Sylvia pursed her lips, went back to her room, and locked her door as well.

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Life continu