A bolt of lightning flashed outside, illuminating Kelvin’s deathly pale face. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. "Your mother betrayed his father back then, and now you’re here forcing him to forgive you," Sloane’s tone was sharp. "Do you two, mother and son, both feel like the Hawthorne family owes you?" The words were like a sharp knife, stabbing viciously into Kelvin’s heart. He stumbled back two steps, his back hitting the cold wall. Memories suddenly flashed—Madam Aubrey’s vicious expression as she gripped his wrist, his adoptive mother’s evasive eyes, and the bone-deep chill in Lucas’s gaze when he looked at him. "I… I didn't think that…" he stammered, cold sweat soaking his shirt. Sloane looked at his trembling figure, and her tone softened slightly. "If you are truly guilty, then disappear from his world. That is the only thing you can do for him." Raindrops splattered against the glass. Kelvin slowly slid to the floor, digging his fingers deep into his hair. After a long time, he looked up, his eyes bloodshot. "Help me… tell Madam Tessa I’m sorry."Kelvin turned and walked out into the downpour. His silhouette, thin and frail in the storm, looked like a falling leaf. "Kelvin's gone," Sloane said, turning to Lucas. "Mm." Lucas walked over, took off his suit jacket, and draped it over Sloane’s shoulders. He took her hands, rubbing them to warm them up. "You came out without even grabbing a coat. What if you caught a cold?" Sloane looked up at Lucas’s tense profile and reached out to smooth the crease between his brows. "Don't think about it anymore. It’s all in the past." Lucas held her cool fingers, bringing them to his lips to blow warm air on them. "I don't hate him anymore." His voice was low, yet held an unprecedented calm. "With you by my side, none of that matters." Outside, the rain began to taper off, and the glow of the streetlights shimmered in the puddles. Lucas pulled Sloane a little tighter. "When I was little, every time it rained, Grandma would make me soup." A faint smile touched his lips. "Let's be like that in the future, too, okay?" Sloane’s heart warmed, and she teased him intentionally, "You know how to make soup?""I can learn if I don't," Lucas said, lowering his head to nuzzle her nose. "After all, I have to take care of Mrs. Hawthorne for a lifetime." The sound of a nurse pushing a medicine cart echoed from the distance, mixed with the regular beeping of the monitors. Lucas suddenly turned serious. "When Grandma is discharged from the hospital, we'll get married." He stroked the blue diamond on Sloane’s ring finger. "I don't want to wait anymore." Sloane leaned against his chest, listening to his strong, steady heartbeat. "Okay." At the end of the hall, the door to Tessa’s room opened softly. Benjamin walked out and nodded at them. "Madam Tessa is asleep. Her vitals are all stable." Lucas let out a long sigh of relief and led Sloane to the window. The night sky was exceptionally clear after the rain. A few stars peeked out from the clouds, twinkling gently. "Look," Sloane said, pointing to the brightest one, "doesn't it look like the stars from that night at the observatory?" Lucas placed a kiss on the crown of her head. "Every day from now on will be brighter than that day."Kelvin and Martha left the city. No one knew where they went. Madam Aubrey remained in hiding, but was surprised to find that no one was looking for her. She tried to find Kelvin again, only to discover that they had both vanished as if into thin air. She immediately thought of Lucas. He must have hidden Kelvin. The lights in the hospital corridor were a harsh, sterile white. Madam Aubrey rushed in, clicking her high heels, nearly knocking over a nurse on duty.