"Alright, I'll help you."
Harry Hunter's voice was soft, "No matter what you want to do, you have me. I can handle this without leaving any trace."
"No, I'll do it myself."
Isabella Weaver looked at Harry Hunter, "If I can't do it, then you step in."
"Alright."
Isabella finally calmed down, held Harry Hunter's hand, and waited outside the operating room.
...
The luxury seaside apartment in A City.
Johan Niles leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at a pine tree outside without moving.
The phone kept ringing, but he seemed not to hear it.
This pine tree was just planted by Natalie Niles some time ago.
He asked her why she planted a pine tree instead of flowers. Didn't girls all like flowers?
She said she didn't like flowers, they're fragile, easy to break, easy to die.
She said pine trees were good, resilient, able to survive no matter the harsh winter or hot summer, drought or flood, just like her.
