After leaving the crematory, Flossie Wright led Helen Wright onto Main Street.
The driver was busy and couldn't take them.
They had no choice but to hail a taxi themselves.
In fact, Flossie could have taken the bus with no problem, but considering Helen Wright's health, a taxi was a safer option.
"Sis."
Helen Wright, who had been following behind Flossie, stood by the roadside for a while before finally approaching her and calling out softly.
"Hmm?" Flossie raised her eyebrows and glanced at her.
"That…" Helen Wright opened her mouth and then hung her head again.
"What is it?"
Flossie put her hands in her pockets, her voice growing colder.
After the previous day's events, she really didn't want to have much to do with Helen Wright.
It was apparent that Helen Wright saw her as a lifeline, but often, being that lifeline, one would inadvertently shoulder some burdens as if they were "obligations".
Only you can do this.
Only you can help me.
