Chapter 676

Conrad said, "Words, once spoken, are like water spilled—impossible to gather back. Deleting them doesn't erase the fact that they were ever said."

"Conrad," Meredith called. She reached for his hand again, desperate to voice her pain and helplessness, only to be shaken off once more.

Conrad thought, 'Now I understand. Meredith loves no one but herself.' He said, "If you loved me, you'd care about