"My dear, you're here again?" Sylvia Lowell smiled at Kian Sterling, then greeted June Coleman who was beside him. Only then did she say weakly, "It was an acute myocardial infarction. They got to me in time and saved my life, but the doctor says my situation is... complicated. I probably only have a few days left."
"Good people are blessed by heaven, Ms. Lowell." Kian Sterling's voice was low, his expression grave.
"I have no regrets in this life, except for leaving my young child behind. I just can't stop worrying about her." Sylvia Lowell sighed softly. "The path of a perfumer is tedious and draining. If I could choose, I'd want my daughter to have a more colorful life, not to be cooped up in a lab all day like me. I've already contacted her grandmother and aunt. After I'm... gone, she will return to the Lowell Family. But in an atmosphere so saturated with perfumery, I'm afraid my child will ultimately be consumed by it as well."
