After the funeral ended, the sky had already darkened.
Once the crowd had dispersed, Mrs. Caroline invited Connie to dine at her home.
Back at number seven Denton Street.
Floey and Mrs. Caroline were busy in the kitchen while Chen Lun and Connie waited in the living room.
"Thank you, Mr. Jack."
Connie's eyes were somewhat swollen, and she said softly with her head lowered to Chen Lun.
"The Gold Pounds you paid for my father's funeral, I will work hard to repay you...
But I'm sorry, right now I, I may not be able to engage in the research on weapons."
Chen Lun picked up his teacup, took a sip, and waved his hand.
"Don't be under pressure, Connie, you don't need to hurry to repay me the money."
After setting down his teacup, he consoled her:
"Research won't suffer from a little delay, what's most important right now is that you take care of yourself, and not let sorrow take control.
If you have time, you can go for a walk in the park with Floey to clear your mind."
