Amelia Clarke got out of the car, and Colin Williams, with red-rimmed eyes, came up to her and hugged her, crying, "Aunt Wilson was fine when she left, and it's only been a few days. How did it come to this when she returned?"
Triggered by his words, Amelia's tears couldn't be held back and fell once again.
The rather unfamiliar middle-aged man walked straight up to Owen Moreland and respectfully called out, "Mr. Moreland."
Dressed in a gray shirt and black trousers, Owen Moreland stood tall under the setting sun, his presence assured as he nodded slightly to the middle-aged man.
After exchanging greetings with Owen, the middle-aged man began directing people to carry the ice coffin into the yard to be placed in the Memorial Hall.
In the small courtyard, other than Owen Moreland's group, there were only Colin Williams' family and that middle-aged man in his forties. A few wreaths were laid outside the Memorial Hall, making it look quite desolate.
