At that time, he was still quite immature. He found his mother’s nagging annoying, letting it go in one ear and out the other. But many things are only cherished and treasured after they are lost. Over the years, Henry Walker’s greatest wish has been to hear his mother nag him a few more times.

When he inserted the key into the lock, his heart—which had always been unwavering—suddenly tightened. A nervousness he hadn’t felt in a long time welled up inside him. He tried twice, but the key wouldn’t go in.

Suddenly, his somewhat distracted gaze sharpened, his pupils contracting abruptly. He noticed that the old-fashioned lock on the door had been replaced with a brand-new, modern security lock.

A cold, indifferent aura gradually rose from him, and his expression grew somber.

Mr. Carter!

That was his mother’s former colleague, and also a neighbor living in the same building. After handling his mother’s funeral, Henry Walker had entrusted Mr. Carter to look after this apartment, which carried so much of his mother’s effort and hopes. So every year, Henry Walker would send Mr. Carter some money to maintain the apartment. Any extra was considered her compensation.

Mr. Carter, I hope you won’t let me down. Henry Walker’s feelings for this apartment ran too deep; he didn’t want to think the worst. He just hoped that Mr. Carter had noticed the old lock wasn’t working and replaced it with a new one. This was his mother’s legacy, and his home. He didn’t want Mr. Carter to get greedy and rent out the apartment for profit.

He didn’t go straight downstairs to find Mr. Carter, but instead looked around nearby for a piece of wire and a wooden stick. With a few casual twists, there was a click, and the so-called new security lock was opened. He entered, and what greeted him was a spotless home, almost unchanged from when he had left.

But a chill spread over him. All the lights in the house were on, a few pieces of luggage were piled by the sofa, and on the coffee table sat a bag of French bread and a carton of milk. There was a white Apple phone and a woman’s genuine leather purse. Most importantly, the bathroom’s heater was on, the sound of running water came from inside, and mist drifted out through the crack in the door.

If it had been his old, hot-tempered self, he would have barged right in, dragged the person out, and thrown them and their luggage onto the street. But now, he quietly closed the door behind him and carefully checked the bedroom, kitchen, and balcony to see if anything had changed.

It seemed the apartment hadn’t been lived in for a long time, and judging by the situation, this person had just arrived. He glanced at the living room wall—his parents’ two memorial portraits that used to hang there were nowhere to be seen. This made his anger surge.

Remembering his mother’s constant reminders to control his fiery temper, he forced himself to calm down. This apartment was filled with countless memories and warmth for him. Especially when he was wandering outside, this place was like a sanctuary for his soul.

He didn’t want to show his bad side here, nor did he want his mother’s spirit in heaven to be disappointed in him.

He slowly sat down on the sofa, like a statue, his gaze cold and calm. Fortunately, things hadn’t reached the worst point yet—there was still room to fix it. He glanced at the luggage and purse; the person showering inside was probably a woman.

But no matter who it was, he didn’t want her to stay here any longer. The limit of his patience was to quietly wait for her to finish showering, then ask her to leave. He’d just treat it as letting a guest use the shower.

Who knew he’d wait a full ten minutes. The sound of running water continued from inside. If it weren’t for the fact that the woman seemed to be enjoying her shower, even humming a pleasant tune, Henry Walker would have thought she’d died in there.

He hadn’t eaten breakfast, went to a job interview, then wandered aimlessly all day, and had barely eaten anything. His eyes landed on the bread and milk, and he unceremoniously grabbed them and started eating, thinking to himself how much water, electricity, and gas this woman was wasting with such a long shower. Eating her bread and milk was just a fair exchange.

She should be grateful he hadn’t barged in and thrown her out onto the street.

The bread tasted good, and the milk was nice too—imported from New Zealand? Huh, this woman was pretty extravagant. After wolfing down the whole bag, he finally had something in his stomach. Henry Walker started thinking about going out for a late-night snack after kicking her out.

After the water stopped, he heard her bustling around inside for another fifteen minutes before the bathroom door facing the living room finally clicked open.

Feifei Owen was in a good mood. After a hot shower, she applied some skincare products. From today on, she was starting a new life. Although it looked a bit tough and challenging, it was also a different kind of experience. She was Feifei Owen, a confident, beautiful, and independent woman. In her eyes, no difficulty was truly a difficulty.