---- "Get out," Elson warned in a low, frighteningly calm voice. Yvie didn't care. She began packing her luggage. " Gladly. I've had enough of this dump," she huffed with disdain as she looked around. "I'll have Leo pick me up-you know, the guy from the photo," she added deliberately. Elson stood still, his eyes empty. As Yvie dragged her suitcase to leave, she glanced back with a sneer. "What a pity, Elson. You've lost everything, everything-ah!" Before she could finish, Elson suddenly lunged forward and grabbed her throat. In the middle of their violent struggle, Yvie fought back, her fingernails leaving deep scratches on Elson's face. Aloud crash echoed from the apartment before silence filled the space. ---- Three days later, the police broke in and found two cold, lifeless bodies-Elson and Yvie were lying side by side on the bed. There was a hastily written suicide note on the table. " We were born twisted. In death, we stay together." The investigation showed that after killing Yvie, Elson had taken a fatal dose of sleeping pills. When Monica heard the news, she simply held her newborn son, who was finally out of the incubator, tightly in her arms in silence. The long-standing feud of the Springton family had come to an end. Anew life was waiting ahead.