Chapter 8

At noon, a convoy of luxury cars drove majestically, slowly pulling up to Seraphina's mansion.

In Lily's room, Lily reluctantly looked at the photo on her nightstand. Beneath the photo lay divorce papers and a letter.

She reached out and carefully touched Seraphina's picture.

I stood at Lily's door, taking a call:

"The car to pick you up has arrived. Get ready and bring Lily into the car. I'll be waiting for you at the Grand Regency Hotel."

"Got it!"

Hanging up, I turned to Lily and said, "Lily, let's go!"

"Okay!"

Lily picked up the photo frame and slowly placed it face down on top of the divorce papers and letter.

Then, she turned and ran towards me.

I smiled faintly, then took Lily's hand and my suitcase, striding towards the door.

At the same time, around the corner of the mansion, the assistant waited quietly, holding an exquisite Barbie cake.

Seraphina elegantly stepped out of her car, took the cake, then hurried towards the mansion.

As Lily and I exited the mansion, two bodyguards emerged from one of the luxury cars and immediately took our suitcases.

We stood in front of the mansion, glancing back at the house.

Seraphina, carrying the cake, walked out from around the corner, smiling as she headed forward.

Her gaze was fixed ahead, not noticing the people passing by.

I turned, hugging Lily as we got into the car.

The convoy started, slowly driving away.

I sat with Lily in my arms. Lily turned her head to look out the window, a hint of disappointment in her eyes.

The car window slowly went up, and Lily turned her head to face forward.

Just then, the moving car perfectly passed by Seraphina, who was carrying the cake.

Seraphina was completely unaware of our near miss, and continued walking towards the mansion.

The car window fully closed. Seraphina, carrying the cake, smiled as she entered the mansion.

Her figure vanished behind the door, and the convoy slowly drove away, leaving behind a silence...

Seraphina, carrying the exquisite Barbie cake, walked into the mansion, only to find it empty.

She instinctively looked towards the kitchen.

Images from the past couldn't help but flash through her mind: