Chapter 387 A Heart Shifted
- The woman let out a sad sigh. “Forget it. Just think of me as dead.”
- Tears pooled at the corners of her eyes. She slowly headed toward the stairs, while Conrad Heathcliff didn’t move at all. He was icy, untouched, not a hint of joy or excitement at her “return from the dead.”
- As the woman brushed past him, her body suddenly went limp and she collapsed to the floor.