"Madam, no need to wait, the young master won't come back," Ivy Harrison looked at Madeline Carter, who was sitting on the sofa, and gently urged.
In the past Winters, even if they had quarrels and feuds, they would still spend it together. But this year...it wasn't the same.
Night fell, but there was no one returning home.
In the end, Madeline Carter still had a sense of guilt towards Christopher Robinson.
It's just that the guilt was deeply hidden.
"Recently, I often dreamt of the time when he was just born, and when his father was still around," Madeline Carter's eyes were reddened as she looked into the distance, but the furthest distance she could see was just to the gate of the courtyard.
"If only I hadn't done those ridiculous things back then," Madeline Carter sagged her head, a mournful sound welled up from her throat. The person sitting on the sofa clutched her chest and sobbed, gasping for breath.
