She didn't finish her sentence. She just watched his meltdown with a cold, merciless gaze. There was no longer a trace of the love she once had for him in her eyes.
This realization drove Evan to the brink of madness. He wanted to scream, to rush over and pull the woman who was making him feel so desperate into his arms.
He wanted to shake her, to beg her to stop being so cold. His heart ached terribly.
The commotion upstairs woke Mr. and Mrs. Hayes, who were already asleep downstairs.
Hearing the sound of breaking glass from the floor above, the elderly couple didn't hesitate. They threw on their coats and hurried up to the second floor.
"Emma? Emma, are you two asleep?"
Mrs. Hayes's anxious voice came from outside the door. At the same time, Eric, who had been engrossed in a game with his headphones on, took one side off and opened his own bedroom door.
The three of them were now gathered in front of Emma's room.
There was no response from inside. Mr. and Mrs. Hayes exchanged a look. Just as Mr. Hayes was about to go downstairs to get the master key, the door was opened from within by Emma.
"Mom, what's wrong?"
Emma's expression was perfectly normal, showing no sign of any unusual emotion.
Mrs. Hayes was surprised and taken aback by her daughter's composure. She peeked inside the room and saw Evan standing hunched over by the bed, with a shattered glass scattered across the floor.
"You... you two..."
Mrs. Hayes gestured toward the scene in the room, then looked back at her daughter, her eyes filled with concern.
Realizing there was no hiding it, Emma opened the door completely. She stepped aside, allowing her parents to see the entire room.
Other than the broken glass on the floor, everything else was intact.

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