A faint sense of bewilderment surfaced on her beautiful face.
Tomer was taken aback.
Severe disability? That means…
Her hand flew to her mouth, too shocked.
"I can't stay in Landon to care for him. Tomer, please look after him for me." Yolanda Fern touched her forehead.
"But Miss Fern, your wedding with Mr. Cheney…"
"I love him, but the wedding has to be put on hold, everything will be decided when he gets better."
"Miss Fern, you've taken on a lot. Don't worry about going back, I am here in Landon. I look forward to seeing both of you in good health for the wedding. Miss Fern, I know you're kind, and you must have been wronged throughout these years."
"Don't say that. There's no such thing as being wronged in love. If it wasn't for Mr. Cheney and my grandfather's care these few years, I wouldn't have lived to this age."
Tomer let out a sigh.
Love always comes with trials and tribulations.
