Tomer, the butler, stood behind Sylvan Cheney; her gaze remained fixed on Qiana Childe's photograph.
The woman in the photo was still very young, with an unwavering stubbornness shining through her eyes.
Tomer couldn't help but sigh; it was such a pity that she had been so young when she jumped into the lake and committed suicide.
By then, Qiana's depression had become uncontrollable and increasingly severe, the burden on her soul growing heavier.
It was a burden that no one else could share with her.
Before that year, the Cheney Residence was full of life; after that year, it was utterly cold and deserted.
Some had died, others had left, and it took Qiana years yet she never managed to come out of it.
At this thought, Tomer's mind drifted to Yolanda Fern, the little girl who was injured in the tragedy.
The five-year-old girl might not have been killed, but the abuse she suffered was more painful than death itself.
