Chapter 8

　　Photos of me racing with Conrad were posted

　　online.

　　John 

　　tracked me down to my stepfather's banquet through one of those photos.

　　John 

　　wanted to pay a visit, but my mother instructed the maid to douse him

　　with water.

　　“John , let me tell you this: you'll never see Vivian unless I'm

　　dead.”

　　John 's voice was filled with endless

　　regret: “Auntie, I know I was wrong. Please let Sharon see me.”

　　“No need. I'll never forgive you in this life.”

　　I stepped out from behind the door.

　　My eyes were devoid of any emotion, looking

　　at him as if he were a stranger.

　　I questioned him, word by word.

　　“Forgive you? Can my child come back to life?”

　　“Forgive you? Can the pain I've suffered just disappear?”

　　“Every time I think of those 99 crashes, my whole body screams in

　　agony.”

　　“How am I supposed to forgive you with all this?”

　　With each of my words, John 's face grew