"Clara, I know you're hurting. I am too. Don't cry. Skylar wouldn’t want to see you cry.
"Remember, she said she loved seeing you smile."
Aiden then informed Michael's parents.
Hearing Skylar didn't survive, they couldn’t believe it.
"Do you think I, Aiden Moore, would lie about Skylar’s death?"
Five years ago, our parents died in a plane crash.
When I gave birth to Skylar, I hemorrhaged and had a hysterectomy. I was destined to have Skylar as my only child.
Michael's parents were unhappy that I couldn’t give them a grandson.
Before, they hid their dissatisfaction, but after my parents died, they showed their true colors.
Realizing Aiden wouldn’t lie about Skylar, they cried out in grief.
"How could this happen? Our poor granddaughter!
"Where's Clara? How could she let Skylar get into an accident?"
I had no right to defend myself.
If I hadn’t gone to the kitchen to make a cake, Skylar wouldn’t have snuck out.
And then...
It was my fault.
Suddenly, it felt like something was squeezing my heart and I could hardly breathe.
"How dare you blame my sister? From the accident until now, Michael hasn’t shown up. How can you accuse Clara?
"I'm calling you just to inform you that I will handle Skylar’s funeral."
After Aiden hung up the phone, he was determined to find Michael.
I told him there was no need to search.
Michael was still in the hospital’s inpatient department.
I couldn't stop Aiden, but he couldn't find Michael either.
Perhaps, after receiving Aiden’s call, Michael had anticipated that Aiden would come looking for him and had simply taken Evelyn away.
I sat in the hospital morgue all night, and Aiden also stayed with me the whole time.
Under his gentle persuasion, I agreed to have Skylar’s body cremated.
Because, my little Skylar hated the cold.
This morgue was so frigid. She would never want to stay here long.
I had to go home and retrieve Skylar’s favorite doll so it could accompany her.
She wouldn’t feel alone that way.
Returning to the villa, I found Michael and Evelyn happily sharing a nutritious breakfast at the dining table.
Seeing me return, Michael looked flustered for a moment.
I glanced at him indifferently and went straight upstairs.
Entering my daughter’s room, the scene before me made me furious beyond words.
I ran back downstairs and screamed at Michael, "Did you enter Skylar’s room? Michael, how dare you touch her things? Give them back to me, give them back!"