Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

"Go home," he said to Finnley indifferently. "Leave me in peace."

"Will you... go to work tomorrow?" Finnley asked tentatively, "Shall I adjust your schedules? You need a good rest."

Ivan didn't answer, feeling as if the next day was too far away from him. He didn't have the energy to think about it.

Finnley could understand how he felt. "Ok, I know what to do. Please take care, Mr. Marsh. I'll keep you updated."

Ivan didn't reply, and Finnley left.

He closed the door. Ivan stood up and locked it from the inside. Then he pulled out two bottles of whisky from the wine cabinet, sitting in front of the window.

His eyes were full of anger. Recalling every moment he spent with Jennifer in the past few days, he felt his heart was torn apart by grief, which he had never felt so in his life before.

Probably, since he encountered Jennifer for the first time seven years ago, he had loved her to the core.

He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.

of pouring the whisky into a cup, Ivan opened the lid, lifted the bottle, and gulped it

brought the burning sensation from his throat all the way to his stomach. The scenes where they were together became clearer

Can you answer my question now? Have you

could be happy, that I could cure the wounds on your back as

All her wishes were about him and for his

gulped down the whisky in frustration, wondering where she was

pain kept hitting his jumbled mind. Each second

so

waiting for Finnley's call. He had no

medicine from Jennifer. Staring

Ivan's heart was occupied by his love,

she had gone without telling him, which

bottle. Her kindly

him anymore. What was the

He pinched the bottle with all his

rolled under the sofa, some rolled between the mats, and some rolled to the window. All