Grayson hated me to the core.

Three years ago, his precious Chloe had a miscarriage, and she pinned the blame on me.

Grayson saw me as a heartless, evil woman and imprisoned me in this deserted private estate.

He made me reflect on my "sins."

I was locked up for three years, and during that time, he never thought of me.

Now, making this call felt awkward to him.

But the phone didn't even ring once; it just went straight to voicemail, saying the number was disconnected.

Grayson cursed angrily, "Good one, Mila. Are you hiding on purpose, huh? Do you think I can't find you?

"Go ahead, keep hiding. Let's see how long you can keep it up!"

Suddenly, exaggerated laughter came from a corner behind him.

Grayson angrily turned around and saw a drunken bum sitting by the wall in the weeds.

The man's clothes were ragged and torn, and he held a broken bottle, looking drunkenly at Grayson.

"Stop shouting. The person inside has been dead for a long time."

The drunk laughed again, a sad laugh, so pitiful it was hard to tell if he was laughing or crying.

"Where did this deadbeat come from?"

One of the sharp-eyed bodyguards stepped forward and kicked the drunk over.

"Daring to get drunk in front of Mr. Allen? Do you even know that this whole estate belongs to the Allens? Better get lost before Mr. Allen loses his temper!"

But after being kicked, the drunk didn't seem to feel any pain. He lay on the ground, still laughing hysterically.

"She's dead. Died a horrible death.

"She was pushed off the building, crippled from the fall, blood everywhere.

"And... she was so beautiful, but those animals ruined her and then buried her alive."

Grayson furrowed his brows tightly, looking at the drunkard before him with clear disdain.

"Who are you? Where's Mila?"

The drunkard continued to laugh and cry at the same time.

His bottle was kicked over, spilling the clear liquid everywhere, some even splashing onto his face.

For a moment, it was hard to tell if the liquid on his face was alcohol or tears.

The drunkard, still completely wasted, suddenly lunged forward and hugged Grayson's leg.

"She was a good person.

"If it wasn't for her giving me a meal back then, I would've starved to death... It's a shame she's gone."

Grayson's face remained cold as he kicked him far away.

The man landed right on a small mound of dirt.