As Kendra locked herself away, growing increasingly depressed, her situation worsened. Eventually, Kendra's father learned that my grandfather had once helped this miracle doctor, and he was willing to extend his support for another five years. In a desperate attempt to repay this kindness, I used my position as Kendra’s husband to ask the doctor for help.
For three days and nights, I knelt before the doctor, fasting and pleading until I finally moved him to act. When I woke up, Kendra could swim once more, her health restored. We celebrated with a grand wedding, and I took care of her with the devotion of a perfect husband.
Two years later, when Lester was born, my care for her grew even more. She was the first person to show me love after my parents passed, and I, blinded by gratitude, grew desperate to hold onto her, believing she was my salvation.
But when Russell reappeared, everything began to fall apart. Kendra’s attitude towards me soured, and she became increasingly indifferent to Lester. She convinced herself that it was Russell who had arranged for the miracle doctor’s help, and that it was Russell’s support that made her recovery possible. In her mind, I was the villain who had manipulated Kendra's father to take the credit. Despite Father Glover’s reminder of the five-year agreement, she refused to believe him and treated me with increasing coldness.
Once Kendra left, the smell of smoke filled the backyard. I staggered toward the front yard, covering my mouth and nose, only to find Russell ordering the servants to throw Lester’s belongings into the fire.
"Hurry up! Get all of this in. Kendra said everyone here will listen to me now. If you don’t like it, leave!" he shouted.
My eyes went red with rage. I rushed forward to grab Lester’s things, but Russell stopped me with a command.
"Why are you burning Lester’s things?" I shouted.
But he ignored me, picking up the last item—a toy Kendra had bought for Lester’s birthday. Lester had been so happy to receive it; he would hold it close every night, even sleeping with it. Watching it burn, piece by piece, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I laughed bitterly, my voice hoarse.
"Burn it well," I muttered.
Exhausted and broken, I collapsed to the ground, unable to fight anymore.