It was raining. The gloomy clouds reflected the event that was happening. As the priest read the words on his book with a blank face, the people wept with fake tears.
Just how many people in here truly shed tears from their hearts? Just how many people really felt sad? The priest? His business partners who couldn't wait for him dead? His fake friends who taunted him behind his back. The strangers who didn't even know him and were just there for the food? Or his one-year-old son, who didn't even know his father was dead.
NO one.
That's right. That's how Robert Krisnov lived his life. With no one who would truly miss him nor pray for him in the afterlife.
Not even her. His daughter.
