After I arranged the time and place to meet with Tristan, I left the hospital with Greta.

"Take me home," I said to Greta as I got into the car.

"Go home? Which home?" Greta asked in surprise, "Aren't you coming to my home?"

I had to talk to Tristan tonight, but it was inconvenient for us to talk at the Berger's place.

I answered, "Take me back to South Lake Apartment. You should know the way."

South Lake Apartment was the place where I lived alone. During my college years, Greta and other girls would occasionally come over to hang out.

Although Greta was curious, she didn't ask any more questions. She stepped on the gas pedal and headed straight for South Lake Apartment.

After we arrived at the apartment, I sat down with Greta's help. She asked worriedly, "Syl, are you sure you'll be okay alone like this? You can't even walk a few steps..."

"It's okay, my foot was so badly injured that I didn't want to go anywhere, I just wanted to lie down alone. Don't worry about me, you should go back quickly. Be careful on the way," I smiled at Greta.

"Okay, call me if you need anything. I'll be there for you!" Greta nodded helplessly.

After Greta left, I sat alone on the sofa for a while.

I didn't know how I fell asleep, but when I woke up, I felt a little cold.

I had a nightmare just now. I dreamed that Lillian's body was lying in front of me. I was about to take a closer look, but she suddenly opened her eyes and grabbed my neck with her hand, her voice full of resentment, "It was you who took away my Frederic!"

I was still trembling with fear. In order to dispel the fear brought by the nightmare, I quickly turned on the TV. I found a noisy TV drama and listened to the chattering voices, which finally calmed me down.

But as I was looking, my thoughts drifted away again.

On the night of our wedding, Frederic said many hurtful things to me. We slept in the same bed but didn't even touch each other's hands. Around one o'clock in the early morning, he got up and left by car.

At that time, I thought Frederic disliked sleeping with me and deliberately embarrassed me.

But looking back now, Frederic probably couldn't resist the urge to see Lillian one last time, even though she had already stopped breathing.

My phone suddenly rang, which startled me.

I picked it up and saw that it was a message from Tristan: "Your foot is injured, I'll come to your house tonight to talk."

I thought, "Tristan is really attentive, no wonder he is a doctor."

I thought that I was living alone now, so it was convenient for Tristan to come over to my place. I agreed and said, "Okay, Room 609, Building 8, South Lake Apartment."

I sent Tristan a detailed address directly.

Tristan: "Hmm. Did you live alone?"

I sent a smug emoji: "Yeah, you didn't expect me to be so cool now, did you?"

Tristan: "You were pretty cool. Can Frederic tolerate you?"

Me: "He doesn't even like me, why does he care so much? Is he going to interfere even if I remarry after divorce in the future? He's not my dad anyway."

Tristan: "Did you really consider getting married again?"

Me: "Nonsense! I haven't even experienced what a normal marriage feels like. I refuse to accept it! I want to find a normal man!"

Then Tristan didn't reply, probably thinking I was a bit unfaithful. After all, I haven't divorced yet and I'm already planning my second marriage and what kind of person to choose.

I thought, "Since Tristan is coming, I should dress up a bit and not look like a pitiful abandoned person." I limped to the bathroom and prepared to take a shower and wash my hair.

Obviously, I overestimated my ability to stand on one leg. As I was getting out of the shower, ready to hobble out of the bathroom, my right foot finally protested and caused me to fall flat on my face.

My screams were as loud as 3D surround sound, echoing through the bathroom.

At that moment, the phone placed on the washstand by the door rang. I couldn't even stand up, so I had to crawl over and fumble for the phone.

I was a bit surprised. "Why is it Frederic calling?"