When Colin hung up, he found Hilary staring straight at him, her gaze fixed and unyielding.
Her eyes, which had once burned with such fierce love, were now hollow and numb.
Colin froze for a moment, and for a fleeting moment, a pang of conscience seemed to strike him. "Why do you look so pale? Are you cold?"
He slipped off his jacket to drape it over her.
But Hilary slapped his hand away. "Go put it on your precious Tiffany instead."
His expression hardened, turning cold and dismissive. "Suit yourself."
He turned and walked off without looking back, not a hint of hesitation in his step, his guards following close behind, leaving Hilary alone on the empty rooftop with Cathy, who was still trembling with fear.
Hilary wrapped her arms around her, the same way she used to hold the young
