"Jocelyn, reality isn’t a novel, no love lasts forever," Jasmine patiently advised. "No two people can rely on love alone to get through life; life is about the everyday mundane. He’s a doctor, destined to dedicate his time to patients, he can’t give you companionship."

"He protects humanity, I protect him!" Jocelyn Morgan said firmly, a hint of a smile in her tearful eyes, "What’s wrong with being a doctor? Are doctors not worthy of love? I think he’s even more worthy of my love!"

But in the eyes of the Morgan family’s elders, Jocelyn Morgan was acting irrationally.

She was blinded by love.

Given her condition, she needed to focus on recovering, especially since she had a concussion, and couldn’t bear excessive grief.

Though she didn’t need to take medication anymore, she still needed plenty of rest.

In the snow-covered villa.

The dining room lights were on, Nathan Mills sat in a white leather chair, eating the noodles Carlotta Sterling had made, feeling as if a flower of happiness was blooming in his heart.

Every second felt like an illusion.

Carlotta Sterling sat on a sofa not far away, leaning back with her legs crossed, arms folded across her chest, watching him intently.

She couldn’t help but think of what her daughter had said last night, that Old Mills’ second marriage had ended quickly.

Reflecting on this fact, Carlotta felt a mix of emotions... she had misunderstood him all these years.

Recalling how Old Mills had always wanted to be closer to her and their daughter, but she kept him at arm’s length due to his remarriage, never even allowing him a chance to call his daughter, always treating him like an enemy.

Reflecting on past years last night, Carlotta began to self-reflect, feeling she’d been too harsh, which is why she made these noodles today.

"Hmm, it’s delicious!"

Nathan Mills, feeling her gaze, broke the awkward silence, eating the noodles, occasionally looking up at her jokingly, "I never imagined that one day I would actually eat noodles you cooked yourself."

He never had this privilege when they were together.

"Why so chatty? Hurry and eat, finish up and leave!" Carlotta always had a sharp tongue but a soft heart.

Old Mills stopped talking and focused on eating.

The living room fell silent once again...

Carlotta began to speculate if he brought a bouquet to find her to confess about his marriage situation?

She looked at the bouquet of roses on the coffee table, lost in thought—if that’s the case, what’s his purpose in confessing?

Does he want to reconcile?

In fact, Nathan Mills had just realized completely upon seeing another man bring Carlotta back and drape a coat over her shoulders, there was no going back...

Now, he chose to swallow the words he wanted to say.

Finishing the noodles, consuming the broth, it was the best noodles he’d ever had.

Taking a tissue to wipe his mouth, Nathan Mills stood up and said, "I’ll be on my way, don’t worry, I won’t bother you again or cause you any disturbance. Explain today’s situation to that gentleman."

With that, he left, not looking back as he walked out the door.

Carlotta stood up, wanting to ask him to stay but watched as he got into his car and drove away quickly.

Her chest rose and fell intensely, "What a jerk! Came all the way just for a bowl of noodles?! Shameless!"

Carlotta sat back on the sofa, suddenly feeling downcast.

The noodles were made for nothing!

Her gaze fell on the coat belonging to Harlan Quinn hanging on the rack, feeling even more frustrated, an old classmate not seen for centuries, and when they do meet, this happens!

At that moment, Trevor and Janelle took Ethan Dalton out for lunch, then accompanied him to claw machines for half an hour, because Janelle said it could improve Ethan’s hand-eye coordination.

Of course, Ethan didn’t catch anything, but he was happy.

Trevor asked Janelle to try her luck, but she too caught nothing, feeling rather embarrassed.

When she felt frustrated, she grumbled, "We’re truly two people with clumsy hands."

Initially planning to return Ethan to the hospital, Trevor noticed her dejected look and swiftly inserted more coins, "Janelle, go grab a shopping cart over there."