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Ethan stumbled home, feeling disoriented. As he entered the empty house, tears finally began to flow.

He settled on the bed, clutching the doll I had left on the nightstand, caressing it softly. He then reached for his phone and typed a message to me.

[Yolanda, I was wrong about you. Please come back. I need to apologize face-to-face.]

Still, there was no answer.

The following day was the court hearing. Ethan and Sandy arrived early.

Chris showed up late, carrying a briefcase.

Despite being only in his thirties, he appeared much older than his years.

Chris shot an angry look at Sandy, who stood beside Ethan.

"Sandy, you'll face consequences for your actions."

Frightened by Chris' demeanor, Sandy retreated behind Ethan.

Ethan shielded Sandy protectively.

"Chris, I'm to blame for what happened to Yolanda. I'll apologize to her personally when she returns, but Sandy isn't involved. Don't direct your anger at her."

"Not involved?"