Two figures, one tall and one short, still stood in front of the brand-new tombstone.
Since the man had rejected his earlier proposal, Ben Lucas hadn't spoken again.
Although today's weather wasn't as hot as in the previous days, standing under the sun for a long time like this was still not a solution.
Ben had lost again; after all, he was still a child and didn't have the man's patience.
He initiated another conversation.
"Old man... Aunt Lily is my mother, right?"
He glanced slightly to the side, looking at the man whose face was serene and even somewhat cold.
Seeing that the man was expressionless and silently staring at the brand-new tombstone, Ben became increasingly sure of his guess.
"You brought me here for no reason; actually, you just wanted to hint at this to me, didn't you?"
When he caught sight of Aunt Lily for the first time, a very strange feeling arose in his heart.
