Daniel Cooper watched Amelia walked towards Gabriel White, watched the two hugged and cried, his hands hanging at his sides clenched so tightly that his veins were bulging.
He should be the one standing beside her at this moment.
But now, he had lost that right.
Just then, the vibration of the phone came from his pocket. He took it out, glanced at it, and the genial look on his face instantly plummeted to freezing point, a penetrating chill seeping from the depths of his dark eyes.
He turned and walked away, only answering the call when he reached the front gate, his tone filled with impatience, "What is it?"
"What is it? Skipping company affairs to play the dutiful son at someone else's funeral? Come back as soon as the funeral is over."
