Iris, I'm here.
He murmured silently in his heart:
How I wish I could exchange half of my life to be with you for a few more years.
His eyes became moist, his ninety-degree bent waist could hardly straighten up, and finally, a tear slid out of his eye and fell onto the floor.
The room became quiet, and everyone could feel the intense pain emanating from him.
Freya's eyes turned red, she tilted her head and quietly wiped away the umpteenth tear of the day.
Oliver Charles tightened his jaw and remained silent.
But his gaze fell on Reginald Bates.
Yesterday was the seventh day after Iris's death, but why did this man, who tried to steal the widow, come here, while his cousin hadn't shown up since yesterday?
After an unknown amount of time, Reginald Bates seemed to finally regain his composure.
He straightened up, his eyes fell on Eve Thompson, and when he saw her, his eyes were deep and cold.
Eve took an unconsciously step back.
She didn't dare to face Reginald Bates.
