Victor Morgan had once promised to take care of Sylvia Schuyler for life. They had even opened their hearts to each other, agreeing that even if they couldn't be lovers, they would always look after one another.
In the past, Victor had loved her so much he couldn't even bear to touch her, wanting to preserve everything precious about her. Yet now, he had wounded her deeply.
Victor's mind drifted to the past—from his arduous pursuit of her in the beginning to their current estrangement. He had been the one pulling the strings all along, which was truly unfair to Sylvia.
Victor walked her to the door. Just as Vera was about to leave, he couldn't stop himself from rushing forward and pulling her into an embrace. "Vera, I'm sorry," he said, his voice heavy. "You of all people should understand how I feel right now. I really have no other choice."
