The next morning, Tristan sat at the dinner table spiritually. He ate his breakfast and read the newspaper gracefully.

Daisy was a little awkward upon seeing him. She looked around and asked, "My sister hasn't gotten up yet?"

"Right. She was too tired."

He used invincible means to get what he wanted last night. Kate had to take care not to make too much noise and had to let him have it. So he indulged in what he had missed for many days.

Daisy seemed to understand and blushed a little, "My sister didn't have a misunderstanding last night?"

Tristan raised his head, "Is there anything to be misunderstood?"

"Oh, no." She chuckled.

"Right, I will take you to a place later. You go out with me later."

Daisy's heart skipped a beat. She seemed to hear a merry malady in her heart. And her face started getting hot again. She said OK in a low voice.

When they went out, Kate had not gotten up yet.

They got in the car. Tristan told the driver an address. It was a residential block. Daisy was nervous.

Imagining was one thing; really doing it was another thing.

When they arrived there, Daisy saw a high-end apartment building. Tristan gave her a ring of keys. There was a number on the key ring.

"This is the apartment the company gives to the upper management. You can live here first. There is a bus from here to the company. You can go to the HR department on Monday. If you need anything else, you can tell your sister or me."

Daisy's eyes turned dark, she asked, "Tristan, what do you mean?"

He looked at her with detachment, "Daisy, I am sorry. I didn't think this through. I only thought about making your sister happy, but it would not be convenient for us to live together."

Daisy kept silent for a few seconds and asked, "You like her so much?"

Tristan raised his eyebrows and didn't reply.

"What a shame! She only likes the policeman. She doesn't even want the child with you." Daisy said with delight quickly.

And then she stared at him and asked earnestly, "Tristan, what do you see in Kate? Beauty or innocence? Has it ever occurred to you that based on her personality, being so stubborn, she might not change her mind all her life? So you will lose no matter what you do."

Tristan's face obviously showed he was upset. And the air inside the car turned solid and cold. Since she had said that, she might as well take a risk, "Do you think I am too material, too smart? I tried to get close to you because you are rich? No, it is not true. I liked you at first sight…"

"Get out." Tristan interrupted her coldly.

Daisy thought she had almost finished what she wanted to say anyway. She pushed the door open, and at the last moment, she had not given up yet. She added in a low voice, "I hope you can give me a chance."

His reply was, "Drive back." And it was spoken to the driver.

The door closed, and the car sped out. The wind blew Daisy's skirt up. She stepped back a little, and the courage she had faded away. She put her hands on the skirt and stood there for a while.

Kate got up past 10 AM. She went to the dining room lazily. Laura served her breakfast. Her lips hurt when she was drinking soup. That bastard bit her lips last night.

As she was eating slowly, Daisy came back. She stood at the door and looked at her sister oddly. Kate raised her head and asked, "Where did you go?"

"Come out with me after you finish your breakfast. I have something to talk to you about." She walked away with her bag.

Laura was amused, "You sisters fighting?"

Kate thought of last night and snorted. She went on with her breakfast.

After she finished, she went out and found Daisy standing by the swimming pool. She was so immersed in her thoughts that she didn't even notice Kate coming up.

"What's the matter?"

Daisy turned back and said, "You asked me where I went this morning. I will tell you." She smiled weirdly, "Your man took me out."

Kate was startled. And she seemed to recall, "Your man is really strong. We did it for a whole morning. I was going to fall apart. You have it every night?"

Before she finished, she got a slap on the face, accompanied by Kate's snap, "Are you crazy?"

Kate put her hand back and said in a fury, "Does anyone make fun of this? He is not a nice guy. What do you see in him?"

Daisy got furious too, "Kate, I have seen through you. You are a hypocrite. You say you don't like him, but when you saw I was with him alone, you got angry. And you asked me not to work in his company. You are just afraid that I am getting close to him. You are guarding him against me."

Kate scowled, "These are two things."

"Why are they two things? They are for the same purpose. You pretend you are not willing to be with him because you are afraid of being accused of selling your body."

After these harsh words, she added, "Everyone says you are silly, but you are pretending. If you are paying him back, then OK, why not let me pay him back for you. Since you could give me the chance to go to college, why not be a little bit more generous and give me that man?"

Kate was hurt by her words and blurted out, "Even if I give him to you, he might not want you."

This was right to the point, and it was like being stabbed in the heart. Daisy could not think of something to say back.

She looked at the glistening water under the sun, sneered, and said, "You don't want to deliver the baby for him? Why not jump down. After a few seconds, the baby might be gone, and I will take the blame for you."

And she even came to push her and urged her, "Just jump."

Kate wasn't prepared for this. She clung to the pole of the umbrella and said, "Why should I listen to you? The child is not for him. It is my child too."

"Ha, you admitted it. You want to have the name as well as being a bitch. I will tell Mom and Dad about you."

"They are our parents. You are going to kill them."

The two of them made loud noises that Laura could hear from the kitchen. She ran out hurriedly to separate them. "What's wrong with you two? Can't you talk it out?"

She helped Kate sit down and stroked her belly nervously.

Laura blamed Daisy, "Don't scare the little baby. If there is something wrong with it, we three cannot get away with it."

Daisy stared at them for a while and went to her room to pack her things up.

After she felt pacified, Kate told Laura, "Don't tell him what happened just now."

Laura sighed and said, "OK, but you have to be careful from now on. I can't take responsibility if something happens."

"I know." Kate touched her belly. "I know."

After she returned to her room, Kate took out the ultrasonic picture. She could not distinguish the limbs of the baby. After a while, she held it upside down. She laughed out loud and put it right side up. "This was the heart," she pointed at the picture and said, imitating the doctor.

Her baby, only less than ten weeks old, had a heart. What a strong life! How could its mother take its life carelessly?

Everything works the same way: Only when you are going to lose it do you realize how important it is to you.

Kate stayed detached because she always regarded it as the morbid child of Tristan. She didn't want to have anything binding them together. Now she thought the kid was inside her, close to her, fresh from her body.

Her decision was made after many debates inside.

She put the photo to her mouth and kissed it with tears.

When she looked out the window, the sunshine seemed brighter, full of mercy and energy. It made the ugliness and despair escape.

Kate was happy because of this new hope, this new life.

In the evening, when Tristan came back, Daisy had already gone. Kate didn't try to stop her. She asked Laura to help her get a cab.

Even though she didn't say anything, she looked different, as if she was bathed in blessings. Being s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e, Tristan detected this immediately.

After dinner, he held Kate's hand and went to the balcony to see the stars.

He sat on the chair, holding Kate in his l.a.p, and sighed, "It is better we two are left alone." And then he corrected, "No, three. Three of us." And he touched her belly gently.

Kate felt in his arms how he was hatefully proud. She couldn't help giving him a blow, "It could be a fool." But she regretted it immediately after she said it. How could she curse her own child?

Tristan didn't care much, "It is good to be simple-minded. It is a blessing."

His tone was affectionate. Kate sighed. This man looked gentle and harmless sometimes, but she really wanted to ask him why he did so many evil things.

Didn't he worry about bringing misfortune to his child?

The wind brought the fragrance of plants and flowers from the garden. The Camellias were blooming quietly, and their soothing sweet scent was flowing secretly in the air. Everything was so tranquil that nobody wanted to break the silence.

Kate said softly, "I went to the cemetery a few days ago."

Tristan didn't expect her to mention it, though he already knew that. His heart shrank.

Then she muttered as if she was speaking to herself, "When I first came to LA, I was less than 19. I knew nothing about LA. I came with somebody and got a job. I didn't like the job, but I had to do it…It was in a Karaoke bar. I met all kinds of guests, and the drunken men were dreadful animals to me. You don't know what he could do the next second. I had to be very careful. Every day when I left the place, I celebrated surviving the day. But one day…"

She went stiff and could not help trembling. Tristan understood what she might say and wanted to stop her, but she continued, "A guy pressed me on a couch and touched me, ripped my clothes off, and reached his hand under my skirt…"

She breathed fast and said with a trembling voice, "I was so scared, but the people around wouldn't help me. I had to fight for myself. I grabbed a bottle from the table and hit him on the head…He bled. The blood came from his head to his face. I thought, great, he was dead, and I was free. But then I thought if he died, I had to die…"

Kate sniffed.

Tristan didn't have the heart to listen, but he knew she had the need to talk. So he hugged her tighter to comfort her.

"Then the police came. They asked the waitresses there to stand in a row with their hands behind their heads. They wanted me to stand there too, but I wouldn't. I said I was not a p.r.o.s.t.i.t.u.t.e, but they didn't believe me. They said I not only p.r.o.s.t.i.t.u.t.ed myself but also injured somebody intentionally. I was scared to death. If it wasn't for Jimmy…"

Kate had tears all over her face, "I don't know if now I would still be in jail or I would have killed myself at the scene."

Tristan wiped the tears on her face and showed deep sorrow for her in his eyes. He seemed to feel the pain she experienced with regret.

Kate said chokingly, "He not only saved my life but also saved my self-esteem."

She cried like a child now and breathed shortly.

Tristan held her in his arms tightly and closed his eyes. He felt her body curl up and tremble. Each tremble of her pulled his heart and caused his heart to ache.

After a while, Kate said, "As I have been with you, of course, I will not be with any other man. I surely will not cheat on you. But why did you take away the last chance I could see him? Why?"

"He was different from you. So different!"

She beat him with her fists. "I hate you, hate you."

Tristan bore with it and didn't make a sound.

Kate was overwhelmed with sadness. She could not accuse him, and she could only blame herself.

She hated him, but she also hated herself.

She told Jimmy about Caroline because she felt guilty inside. But to protect her own family, she kept the most important part of the story from him.

When he was so close to the truth, she still could not stand up, to tell the truth. If Jimmy knew the truth, this man might be brought to justice, and Jimmy could not have died in vain.

Now innocent people had died and the murderer and her, the indirect murderer. We were here enjoying the peaceful night and were going to have a baby. It was so unfair.

Too unfair…