Larissa did not know how to describe what she felt right now. She should have felt happy in some way—Yvette losing her life because of her darling youngest daughter could only be described as "what went round comes round," and "karma was a bitch." There could be no better-fitting phrases than those.

But the truth was, Larissa was not happy. In fact, her chest felt a little suffocated—she could not tell if it was because of Yvette or if it was a side effect of the fever.

Larissa could not help but wonder if Yvette thought of her when she was at her life's end. Did she regret any of the things she did to Larissa before? Those tears that she cried, were any of it—even for a little bit—meant for Larissa?

In the end … it was hard for Larissa to be at peace about Yvette's death. However, she would never get the right answers to her questions forever.

Larissa lost her energy, and she fell asleep before the first IV bottle could be finished.

Kevan entered from the living room, and the nur