Rorita's eyes gleamed with understanding as she placed the book into the maid's hands. "Here, take the child. There's something I need to do." Rorita went back into the bedroom with the portrait of Tremaine and Yesseca.

This time however, she didn't focus on Yesseca.

Instead, she carefully studied how Tremaine looked.

"Some day, when Tremaine finds out that Yesseca has died, he will live with regret for the rest of his life." Rorita said to herself.

The biggest regret he would have was not being able to see Yesseca one more time before she passed on.

He would have missed his only chance to say goodbye to her.

Then, he would be in so much pain that he'd rather end his life to go on living, wouldn't he?

Rorita bit down on her lip.

Suddenly, she thought of an idea.

Should she tell Tremaine?

Should she tell him about Yesseca's heart condition?

What would happen if she did?

Rorita imagined his reaction.

Tremaine would rush over to Yesseca immediately, regardless of the consequences.

Nothing else mattered when faced with death.

All of the misunderstandings and resentments he had for Yesseca would all just disappear.

What would happen then when all of their resentments were put aside?

The spark of love would reignite.

In the very last moments of her life, their passion for each other would reignite and bring them back together again.

Rorita's heart ached at the thought of that.

She felt a surge of jealousy rising up inside her.

She may just be a puppet wife to him, but she truly loved her husband.

She didn't want to see her husband falling in love with another woman.

It didn't matter that that woman was about to die.

Rorita's selfish desire got the better of her.

She decided not to tell Tremaine.

She would keep this a secret to the day she died.

Even though Rorita had made up her mind, she still felt extremely guilty.

Rorita spent the next few days in semi-trance. She didn't dare to look at Tremaine.

Since Tremaine never paid any

attenorita in the first place

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t notice anything differet

about her.

In the blink of an eye, three days had passed.

Today, Rorita travelled to Agaphen City.

She felt a strong urge to visit Yesseca.

She needed to see her.

This strong impulse drove her to enquire several hospitals to see which one Yesseca was in. She then arranged to be taken there on the same day.

Two hours later, Rorita was standing in the hall that leads to Yesseca's ward.

She hesitated for a moment before plucking up the courage to walk to her door.

She arrived in front of Yesseca's ward.

The door wasn't locked.

But Rorita didn't push the door open.

Even though she had come to see. Yesseca, she planned to only see her from a distance. She wasn't going to strike up a conversation with her.

What would she even say to her?

They didn't know each other.

It would be a very awkward conversation to have.

Rorita observed Yesseca through the glass window that looked into her ward.

She was there. Sitting next to her was a chubby looking woman who has peeling an apple for her.

Yesseca was smiling faintly.

The chubby woman was the complete opposite. She looked like she would burst out into tears at any moment. Rorita bit down on her lip.

Yesseca looked to be in very bad shape.

She wasn't as slender as she looked in the portrait anymore. She was very skinny.

She was so skinny you could see her bones poking out of her skin.

Her face looked very pale as well.

She was as pale as paper.

She looked so poorly that anyone could tell in a glance that she wasn't healthy.

An indescribable surge of emotions welled up inside her heart.

Rorita had never met Yesseca in her entire life, but yet she felt very attached to her.

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