Josie's heart gave a hard thump, and she furrowed her brows. “Yulissa Bastille?” “Correct, her name was Yulissa Bastille, a very young girl. She was rushed to the hospital for emergency care and Paul immediately took her to the operating room. He was the kind of person who had received countless praises from patients for his skills. But he's not a god. He can make mistakes too.” Jenny mentioned that Yulissa's heart disease struck abruptly and posed a significant risk. Despite Paul's numerous attempts, he couldn't pull her back from the brink of death. She was gone within twenty minutes of entering the operating room. Back in the day, Paul was also young. It was the first time he hadn't been able to save a patient, and he was so wracked with guilt that he couldn't eat or sleep properly for half a month. The phrase he repeated most at that time was, “Once I stepped out of the operating room and saw the patient's family member kneeling on the ground, crying uncontrollably, I was overwhelmed with guilt. The family member was a young boy, who gripped my sleeve and tearfully begged me to save his sister.”As Josie listened, her face turned unsightly and pale. “Paul can't be blamed for this,” Jenny continued, her voice laced with anger as she recalled past events. “Despite everything, the family of the patient was relentless. Somehow, they discovered that Paul had used a prohibited drug which led to the patient's death. That's why the hospital fired him.” She clenched her fists, her anger palpable. “I couldn't accept it, so I made a scene at the hospital. Can you believe the audacity of the hospital director? He suggested that our family should move to another city!” Justin frowned. “So it turns out we came to Wavery because of this matter.” “From that point on, Paul's medical license was revoked, leaving him utterly devastated.” Josie parted her lips, her mind in utter chaos. “What's the background of the patient's family?” Jenny shook her head. “I'm not sure, but anyone with such abilities is certainly no ordinary person.” Of course. The Bastille family is the most influential clan in Rivodia. If they wished, making a family vanish into thin air would be a piece of cake for them. But there was no need for them to go to such lengths. It was just the death of a butler's daughter after all.Therefore, the only one who could have stood up for Yulissa was the seventeen-year-old Morgan, who grew up relying on her. It was as though there was a thunderous boom in Josie's mind. She blinked, finding herself shrouded in a smoky haze, unable to clearly see the world around her. “I've told you all that I know. Is there anything else you want to ask?” Josie remained unresponsive for quite some time. Seeing this, Justin became worried and gently patted her. “Sis...” “No, that's all...” Josie numbly lifted her leg and stepped out of the door. “Josie!” Jenny called out from behind her. “I owe you an apology for my past actions. Thank you for not holding a grudge and for giving Justin a chance at life. As his mother, I am truly grateful to you!” Josie didn't linger. She numbly moved forward, descending the stairs and turning corners until she reached the car. However, she found herself devoid of strength to open the car door. Gasping for breath, Justin caught up. “Sis! Are you okay? What's going on? Is there something about Dad that you're hiding from me? Speak up, I can share the burden with you...”“Justin, leave me alone.” The old town was close to the sea. Josie left her vehicle behind and aimlessly wandered to the beach. As she looked at the area where she and Paul had once gone beachcombing together, a flood of memories came rushing back. Twenty minutes later, a black Porsche sped up to the shore and came to a sudden stop. A man emerged, his presence as chilling as the winter cold. His daytime coat billowed in the sea breeze as he swiftly positioned himself behind a slender woman. He paused for a moment and, in the end, pulled her into his arms, filled with worry and tension. “Leanne...”