Sheila Cook sat with her knees hugged to her chest, her face streaked with unshed tears.
In this world, there will never be another man as devoted as her dear uncle, but there won't be another woman named Aubree Groove either.
Sheila felt so upset; the pain in her heart was almost suffocating her.
A shadow fell beside her. A large hand gently tousled her hair.
"What are you crying for, little girl? Who's bullying you? Tell your big brother, and I'll teach them a lesson."
Sheila threw herself into his arms, crying bitterly.
Edric Lewis was slightly taken aback and couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy.
He carefully lifted his hand, gently patting her back as if consoling a baby.
"Stop crying. Girls who cry a lot will get wrinkles on their faces."
"You're talking nonsense." Sheila vehemently blew her nose on his shirt.
Edric's face turned green. He swallowed his disgust and resisted the urge to push her away.
"Tell me, why are you crying?"
