"Brother Jackson," Mia Ginger snuggled further into his embrace, asking softly, "If you were me, would you reconcile with her?"

"I’m not you." Koa Jackson raised his hand to rub her hair, chuckling softly.

His feelings were especially slow to warm up, and recognizing a friend took quite a long process. Once he recognizes them, generally, there wouldn’t be any issues.

A gentleman’s friendship is as light as water, and men’s friendships are far less sticky than girls’.

"Alright." Mia Ginger nodded, lost in thought.

Before she could come up with a result, the phone rang abruptly again.

It stopped quickly; it was a text message.

Mia Ginger reached down for her jeans on the floor, pulled out her phone, and glanced at it. The message was from Olivia Williams.

"Mia, we’re home. Goodnight."

Mia Ginger replied, "Okay, got it. Rest early, okay?"

Olivia Williams smiled at the text, didn’t reply again, put away her phone, and dragged her suitcase into the second bedroom.

At the Petal Family, she and Denver Petal naturally slept in separate rooms.

But—

That’s what she thought, but Denver Petal didn’t think the same.

He followed her in, looked at her fresh and serene face, and said amusedly, "Did you go to the wrong place, Mrs. Petal?"

"No." Olivia Williams placed down her suitcase as she spoke, answering seriously, "I only agreed to come live here, not to live with you. You are you, I am me, of course, things should be clear."

"You..."

Before he could finish, his phone suddenly rang.

Denver Petal’s expression shifted slightly. He took out his phone and went to the balcony.

"Denver?" A gritted, low male voice came from the other end, saying his name as if wanting to grind it between his teeth.

Although it’s been a long time, Denver Petal still recognized this voice. It was Frank Holland.

Denver Petal responded coolly, "It’s me."

"Bright Road People’s Hospital emergency department, I’ll give you half an hour to get here fast." Frank Holland’s voice was menacing.

Denver Petal was startled, "What happened to her?"

"I don’t know, probably dying, come collect her body."

Denver Petal: "..."

Smoothing his lips, he simply nodded and said, "Understood, I’m coming now."

Frank Holland coldly snorted and hung up the phone.

Staring at the still-lit operating room, a well-defined hand gripped the phone, almost wanting to crush it.

Meanwhile—

Denver Petal walked back into the room with a heavy expression.

Leaning on the door frame, he gave Olivia Williams a glance, saying coolly, "I’m going out."

"Now?" Olivia Williams stood up straight, pursed her lips, and glanced at him.

It was already past ten o’clock. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

She nodded, asking softly, "Are you coming back tonight?"

"I don’t know." Denver Petal spoke honestly.

"Is it because of Josephine?" Olivia Williams already knew her name and that she was Denver Petal’s ex-girlfriend. Rarely, she didn’t stay silent and asked him one more question.

Denver Petal nodded, "Yes."

"Drive safely." Olivia Williams smiled lightly and bent down to continue packing her things.

Denver Petal’s hand, lingering by his side, couldn’t help but clench. After a while, he restrained the urge to say more, turned around, took his keys and bag, and left.

——

At eleven at night, the coolness of the evening was like water.

Bright Road People’s Hospital emergency department was quiet.

The lights were bright.

Denver Petal entered the hall with a tense expression, and upon raising his eyes, he immediately saw Frank Holland sitting on a bench.

The man looked just like he had recently seen in magazines; his jet-black hair slicked back with pomade, revealing a full, shiny forehead. His eyebrows were deep-set, nose high-bridged, and every feature on his face was cold and sharply defined.