In the red Porsche, Rebecca and Benjamin were heading to the hospital.

Benjamin, who was sitting in the back, didn’t look happy.

Rebecca could see that he was upset.

“We don’t know if she’s dead or not, so why are you so worried?” she asked.

“She died before the ambulance even got to the villa,” Benjamin said.

Rebecca was surprised to hear that. “That’s why you want to visit the hospital, huh, because she died right before your eyes, you feel sad for her.”

“She didn’t deserve to die like this, but she was struck dead,” Benjamin said. “That’s her fate. God gave her life, and he took it away. We cannot stop that.”

Rebecca stopped the car at a flower shop and bought a bouquet of white roses. She gave the bouquet to him and said, “If she’s alive, give this to her. If she’s dead, then put it next to her.”

“Why can’t you do it yourself?” Benjamin asked.

“Just do it. Don’t ask unnecessary questions,” she said and continued to drive.

Staring at the white roses which had not a single black spo