The day before she left, Yvonne deliberately made some time to visit Jade.

When she arrived at the garden, she saw Jade sitting under a tree in the distance, reading stories to children. It was a lovely scene to behold.

After Howard's funeral, Jade had cried for an entire night. The following day, she had resumed as if nothing had happened.

Not only was she properly getting her treatment, but she also helped the nurses out from time to time.

It seemed as if Jade had woven a tough cocoon around herself in one night, hiding all her fragility and grief inside.

"Aren't you going to go there?" Stephen asked.

Yvonne came to her senses. She shook her head. "It's fine just like this."

"Are you afraid that you would remind her of Howard?"

Stephen looked at Yvonne. "You shouldn't blame yourself for Howard's death—"

Yvonne snickered bitterly, interrupting Stephen's words.

"Jade is still young. She shouldn't grow up with hatred and grudges on her shoulders. I'll help her deal with all