Chapter: 1310

She spoke with calm assurance, causing Joanna's expression to turn to disbelief. Norah gently pinched her cheek.

“What's wrong?"

"You two seemed so happy together. Why end it? Do you realize what Sean did for you after you disappeared?"

Susanna might not have been fully aware, but those close to Sean during that period were. Joanna swiftly shared the past year's events.

"You might have been at odds then, but if it's just a misunderstanding, clear it up soon. Don't let petty disagreements lead to a breakup. Sean genuinely cares for you."

Joanna expressed this out of a desire to not let Sean's efforts be in vain and to save their relationship from falling apart.

Norah watched the gentle rain, her tone distant. "A year has gone by. Those feelings have long since diminished. Ending things now preserves dignity for us both."

They had once deeply cared for each other, a fact Norah recognized.

However, emotions could fade.

She wasn't willing to find out how much Sean still cared for her.

A separation seemed best for both.

Upon waking, Norah's first thought upon seeing Sean was of ending their relationship.

Although Joanna had her reservations about Sean, he was undeniably a prominent figure in Glophia.

Together, Sean and Norah were seen as a perfect match.

Noticing Norah's resolve, Joanna mentally offered Sean her sympathies.

Sean had argued with Norah and brought things to this point.

In fact, Sean was also feeling the sting, as Norah completely refused to entertain his explanations.

Meanwhile, Amy's family stood quietly under umbrellas by the tombstone.

The mood was somber, punctuated by the occasional sound of sobbing.

Kason's eyes stayed fixed on Norah, who was seated in a wheelchair.

Kaiden, standing beside him, felt the weight of the heavy atmosphere despite not knowing Amy. He held a large umbrella for both himself and Kason.

Norah had Joanna wheel her towards Amy's family. She offered words of comfort to them.

Afterward, she clasped her hands over her abdomen, containing her sorrow, her face a mask of composure.

"Joanna, let's go," she said quietly.