Chapter 11

The driver's expression faltered drastically. Awkwardly, he offered some words of comfort. "My condolences, sir... Don't be too saddened." "Leticia isn't dead," Tristan thought. However, he couldn't summon the energy to explain. He responded by giving the driver a polite smile. They got caught in traffic. As Tristan looked at the clear, cloudless sky, he called Leticia again. He wanted to hear her scold or yell at him. Even if she slapped him or asked for a divorce, he wouldn't mind. He would spend the rest of his life repenting and showing her that he regretted his actions. Leticia was so soft-hearted. Tristan was sure he could eventually win her back. She could never bear to see him sad or hurt. As countless ways to win her back flashed through Tristan's mind, a small spark of hope stirred within him. The lilies in his hand gave off a faint, calming scent. He believed that there must be a way to make things right. Tristan was sure that Leticia wouldn't leave him. Journ City F