Daisy Grant walked to the desk, carefully flattening out and opening the divorce papers before picking up a pen...

Her fingers trembled slightly, stopping at the signature area, yet to sign. The tears Daisy held back slipped out again, dripping onto the divorce papers.

"Brother, you don’t want me, so I won’t love you anymore either."

"Brother, loving you was wonderful, but that’s the end of it. From now on, I won’t appear before you."

"I won’t have to watch your happiness with someone else and feel the pain. Brother, goodbye."

"I’ve loved you for over ten years, never regretting it, truly. My only regret is that no matter how I tried, I never walked into your heart."

"I’ve always been working hard to get close to you, striving to walk into your heart, only to realize it’s all been my delusion and self-inflicted suffering."

Daisy held the pen, her hand trembling, and with difficulty signed her name at the signature area on the divorce papers, tears relentlessly falling down, blurring her vision.

Looking at her signed name, the ugliest signature ever, Daisy chuckled softly and choked on her words: "It’s ugly. In the past, a signature could sign contracts, confirm collaboration between the Grant Clan and others, yet today, this unbearably ugly signature leaves me with nothing..."

Daisy cleared her mind, opened her computer, and sent email after email to Diego Campbell’s inbox, arranging everything for the Grant Clan.

-

Not a wink of sleep all night.

Daisy Grant tidied herself up, packed her things into a suitcase, and drove to buy two gifts before heading to the hospital.

Daisy entered Ariel Morris’s hospital room, only to see Arlo Seys gently wiping the face of the comatose Ariel with a towel, his expression gentle, a soft smile on his lips, everything serene and tranquil.

Standing at the doorway, Daisy felt a pang of bitterness in her eyes.

Recently, Brother Seys treated her well too, so much so that she mistakenly believed she was his wife, rather than being in a sham marriage.

"Unfortunately, Brother and I aren’t the loving Arlo and Ariel after all." Daisy whispered softly at the doorway.

Her sigh made Arlo Seys, who was wiping Ariel’s face, look up and notice the person standing at the door, greeting her softly: "Morning."

"Morning, Brother Seys." Daisy walked in, smiling slightly, "Brother Seys, I’d like to chat with Ariel, it’s been a while since we last talked."

She had nobody to chat with; the gossip and mocking over these days made her lose her former friends. Now, speaking of genuine friends, she only had Ariel and Nicole, but unfortunately, Nicole had gone to the military, unable to hear her grievances.

She wanted to find someone to pour out the injustice and helplessness she’s felt these days.

Arlo Seys softly responded, "I’ll step outside for a rest, you can talk to her."

Arlo left the room, and Daisy sat by Ariel’s bedside, her gaze landing on the ancient silver bracelet on Ariel’s left wrist, giving a faint smile.

"Ariel, you wanted to leave, and Brother Seys would do anything to stay by your side, binding you to him. That ancient silver bracelet you asked me to hand over to Brother Seys last time is still perfectly intact, worn on your wrist."

"Ariel, I’m actually quite envious of you. You turned away and went abroad for eight years, while Brother Seys waited for you for eight years. You want to leave, he would orchestrate staying by your side." Daisy pursed her lips; her voice was slightly hoarse, "That’s probably the difference between love and not love. Brother Seys wishes for you to be with him for a lifetime, while Brother told me to leave, saying we’re like strangers."