Adrian Law thought of that mottled piece of paper and the half-empty bottle of sleeping pills, his heart felt as if it had been pierced by thousands of needles.
Blood flowed incessantly.
A dense pain attacked, impossible to conceal.
He looked at Frank Law's stern and sharp face, and felt an added layer of disappointment in his heart.
"The record of the sleeping pills can be traced, after so many years, who knows if the hospital system can still find it. If you're interested, investigate it yourself."
...
In this world, the strongest, bravest, and most beautiful woman Adrian Law had ever seen was actually Susan Roswell.
He couldn't imagine how Susan Roswell faced her husband's betrayal, and her own deep depression, yet could still laugh and talk gracefully with business competitors, and even entertain her children with warm and healing jokes.
Adrian Law remembered his mother's face.
As brilliant and bright as the sun.
Even her smile seemed untouched by dust.
