May Sloane listened to all this, feeling somewhat overwhelmed, murmuring, "I always knew she had depression, but I saw her struggle against it, never imagining she’d take the road of no return. If I hadn’t left Varden then, maybe she wouldn’t have died."

The Milk Maid once said to her: "Amy, you’re my warmth."

But at that time, her sister passed away, her world was a mess, and she wanted to know the truth behind her sister’s suicide, so she came to Banyria, and stayed for three years.

She wanted to see her, but she was already separated by life and death.

She heard that the Milk Maid, like her sister, also committed suicide.

She knew the Milk Maid had depression. It seemed this was within her expectations, yet she hadn’t considered that the real reason for her departure was Hank Donovan, that beast!

How ridiculous.

At that time, she actually thought Hank Donovan treated the Milk Maid well.

It’s now that she understands sometimes what the eyes see isn’t necessarily the truth.

Tiana Thorne saw her eyes swollen, tears falling drop by drop, shoulders trembling, and that pain seemed to spread to the depths of her heart.

Sebastian Ford slowly clenched his hands, fingertips turning slightly white, as if restraining his emotions. After a while, he turned to look at her.

Meeting his gaze seemed to bring her back to that summer when they had first met.

Only now he has shed his youthfulness, no longer the young man he was, with a touch of intensity between his brows, still handsome, yet lacking that hint of bright sunlight from their first encounter.

Evidently, the Milk Maid’s death had a significant impact on him.

He hadn’t truly let it go, just as he said, keeping everything from the past inside him.

May Sloane wiped away her tears, her nose red, and after a moment, asked, "You’ve been helping me all along because of the Milk Maid, right?"

"You were her only true friend."

Indeed, it was so.

It could only be thus, such a formidable hacker would help her, even if it was work devoid of technical challenge for a hacker, he would still take it.

May Sloane said nothing, her lips quivered slightly.

The Milk Maid held a special significance for her.

She was her solace during her most painful childhood times.

The Milk Maid was like a sweet candy, sweetening her years.

Her death was something she could never accept, yet couldn’t help but accept.

Over the years, Sebastian Ford had revealed what he buried in his heart, scene by scene, as if it happened yesterday, yet as if it was from a past life.

Breathing slowed a bit, suppressing emotions, he looked at Little Sis: "Poppy, the hacker attacking you this time is very likely our cousin."

"From the stories that happened to you before, actually, you least want to suspect him, right?"

He looked straight into her eyes, didn’t deny, but answered her seriously: "Reason tells me it’s him."

"Why?"

Sebastian Ford analyzed: "Because they’re siblings, their bond was good since childhood. If Meredith Ford ever disclosed some words harmful to you, it’s hard to guarantee he wouldn’t do such things for his dear sister."

Tiana Thorne looked at his handsome profile, suddenly feeling deeply sympathetic towards his reason.

If it were her, after experiencing the Milk Maid’s incident, then having her cousin help find the real culprit behind the Milk Maid’s death, no matter how rational, she couldn’t suspect, could she...

After a while, she gently moved her lips, uttering somewhat emotionally: "Brother, Joshua Jarvis, he is also your redemption."