Ultimately, the world is unpredictable. The once steadfast haven has become a storm of icy, pointed rain, relentlessly piercing into every inch of flesh, leaving no escape or retreat.
Yvonne Finley subconsciously touched her wrist. There used to be a string of prayer beads there, consecrated by a temple master, given to her by Wilson Finley for her protection.
She lost it when she returned from abroad last year.
Now it seems that everything was destined.
Parting ways seems to be an intrinsic part of life.
"I doubt anyone from my mother's side will come." Finally, Yvonne Finley spoke softly, her eyes downturned. She couldn't express her emotions and simply smiled lightly.
Daisy Lambert was taken aback, glancing subconsciously at Caleb Baker. His gaze, cold and indifferent, gave a hint of restraint.
Daisy Lambert immediately understood.
