Molly undid the buttons. When she saw the traces that woman had left on Yale's body, it wasn't hard to imagine the pain in her heart.

"Molly, I'm dirty. Can you clean me, please?"

Yale affectionately embraced Molly.

When the wind and snow outside died down, Yale reluctantly got up so that Molly could rest for a while longer.

But Molly insisted on getting up and preparing his clothes for him.

Unlike with Krystal, where Yale never left any marks on her, Molly's whole body was covered in red marks he had left behind.

Even after the affair, Yale carried Molly and cleaned her up. He had no trace of falsehood toward Molly, only endless tenderness.

"Molly, just wait for me a while longer, okay? When I've obtained everything, no one will be able to threaten me. When that happens, nothing will come between us anymore. I'll marry you."

Molly's eyes glistened with tears. "Yale, can I truly live to see that day?"

"You will. I will never obey anyone's orders. I will marry whoever I want to