Anna Jadwin was put in the car, writhing in pain as she sat up: "Maxwell Cameron — let me go —"
"Go where?" Pausing for a moment, Maxwell Cameron smirked deviously, "You just reminded me!"
...
It was raining heavily, and a thick fog filled the night.
A low-profile taxi stopped near The Camerons' residence —
In the darkness, Wayne Bailey's gloomy face suppressed a cough.
He had witnessed Anna Jadwin leaving The Baileys' Manor and coming to East District by boat.
He was worried about her, so he followed her.
She waited outside The Camerons' house all day, and he sat in the car for an entire day.
There were several times when he couldn't help but want to get out of the car, forcibly pull her into it, and take her back.
And then confine her? Be hated by her? Fall into a vicious cycle?
Her heart wasn't with him, so even if he took her back, she'd be an empty shell.
During the times when he found it hard to suppress his emotions, he would use a knife to slash his arm...