Rosaline's POV: The next afternoon, Yura and I headed to the airport to see Hughie off. As we walked him toward the entrance, I couldn't hold it in any longer. I turned to him and asked, "Hughie, can you tell me who Ms. Sal really is?" I had been wanting to ask him for a while, but out of respect for his feelings, I had kept quiet. If I didn't ask now, I feared I'd never get the chance. Hughie's expression stiffened when I mentioned Sal's name. He was silent for a moment before he finally spoke. "It's nothing, really. Sal is your aunt—just an old acquaintance of mine." Aunt? I frowned. This was the first time I had ever heard Hughie mention me having an aunt. And if both of my parents were gone, how could I have any other relatives? He had never mentioned anything like this before. It seemed Sal might really be connected to me, but whether she was actually my aunt, I couldn't say. Just the revelation alone left me stunned. I grabbed Hughie's arm, my voice full of urgency. "Aunt? Hughie, you're saying Ms. Sal is my aunt? Why didn't you ever say anything about this before?" Hughie grew quiet, and I quickly ran through possibilities in my head. Ms. Sal had such a close connection to Hughie. If she was truly my aunt, maybe he knew something about my parents. The thought hit me, and I blurted out, "If ... if that's true, then do you know my parents, Hughie? How did they die? Can you tell me?" I was overwhelmed with emotion, desperate to uncover the truth about what had happened and the memories of my past that had been lost. My voice grew louder, raw with emotion, and a few werewolves nearby turned to look at us. Yura quickly placed a calming hand on mine and whispered, "Rosaline, please calm down ... We're at the airport. If people hear you, it could cause trouble. Just keep your voice down." Hughie frowned, and after a long pause, he sighed deeply. Lowering his gaze, he gave a brief response. "Sorry, I don't know much about your parents. But—" I didn't believe him. I wanted to ask more, but just then, the airport's public address system blared, announcing that his flight would be boarding in half an hour. Hughie nodded and said, "Rosaline, I have to board now. We'll talk later." "Safe travels, Dr. Watts," I said, my voice quieter. Yura was much calmer than I was at that moment. She gently removed my hand from Hughie's arm and gave me a comforting hug before bidding him farewell. As we left the airport, the heaviness in my heart wouldn't lift. Yura sat next to me, offering soothing words. "Maybe Dr. Watts has his reasons for not telling you everything. Don't be upset. One day, you'll learn about your parents ... There's no need to rush." "But ... " I frowned, the weight of it all making my chest ache. I had always been curious about my parents, but Hughie had never shared anything. Now, after finally getting a glimpse of the truth, it had been cut short. And now, Hughie was already on his way back to Keardes Hill. If I kept pushing him, I worried it would only make things worse. We made it back to the hospital. Yura opened the door to my room and found Timothy already dressed, sitting on the edge of the bed, the blankets neatly arranged. Yura blinked, confused, and instinctively asked, "Timothy, where are you going?" Timothy turned when he heard the door open and smiled at us. "You're back." He paused at Yura's question, folded his arms, and thought for a moment before responding, "Now that Dr. Watts is gone, and my leg's almost healed ... I've been a burden to both of you. But if I stay in the hospital any longer, I think I'll end up not being able to walk at all." Timothy chuckled sheepishly, clearly trying to ease the tension with a little humor. "Are you being discharged?" I smiled back. I understood what Timothy meant, but Yura ... might not be ready for him to leave just yet. Timothy nodded. As expected, Yura immediately became distressed. I knew she had promised Timothy that once he recovered, they would break up, but now that the time had come, she clearly wasn't ready to let go. "What are you going to do now?" Yura asked, her eyes full of longing and sadness. Timothy thought for a moment before answering, "I've decided to return to that mountain village and teach. The children there barely got a chance at a proper education, and they really need to focus on their studies. I've already formed a bond with them, and I've missed them after all this time." Yura's face fell, and the light in her eyes dimmed, but she eventually nodded, her voice thick with disappointment. "I see ... then take care on your journey. Make sure to look after your leg." Timothy hesitated, then nodded. "Okay ... and I hope everything goes well between you and Ryan." Yura froze, the smile vanishing from her face as her thoughts seemed to cloud over. She nodded solemnly, "Okay ... I'm going to step outside for a bit." She turned and slowly walked toward the door, but after taking a few steps, she staggered and collapsed to the floor, unconscious.