Charlotte searched with the GPS of her phone. The mausoleum was approximately less than eighty kilometers from her home.

“You’re paying Mr. Windt a visit? Today is neither All Souls’ Day nor his death anniversary.” Mrs. Berry asked with a grim look on her face, “Did something happen?”

“Don’t worry, nothing happened. I just miss him so much, that’s why I’m thinking of paying him a visit.” Charlotte was sorrowful. “I’m a bit lost as too many incidents have occurred recently. After visiting him later, I might just be inspired to walk a new path.”

“It sounds fine.” Mrs. Berry’s eyes started to well up as she nodded and said, “Help me send my regards to Mr. Windt.”

Charlotte forced a smile; she then choked up and could barely utter any words.

Charlotte bought a small pot of her father’s favorite Alocasia and took a cab to Oakhill Mausoleum.

By the time she reached the mausoleum, it was already nightfall. The drizzle formed a veil of desolation and melancholy over the serene mausoleum.

Standing in front of her father’s grave and gazing longingly at his picture, Charlotte’s heart was filled with grief…

In her memory, her father was a kind and easy-going person who could mingle well with people of all ages. His warm smile was contagious and soothing.

with kindness and tolerance. He was an honest businessman with high moral character. Instead of

a charitable person with

did not get to live long. He met his tragic

lying here, enduring the everlasting loneliness

in her chest thinking about how an upright man like her father could be treated so

the pot of Alocasia in front of her father’s grave. After bowing at him to pay her respect, she went to

was located, she opened it with the passcode——her mother’s date of birth. As expected, her

father as snippets of

the red wooden box

photo album, and a silver document file came

heart skipped a

his upright personality. He was

sense haste amid his well-written

to her. Apparently, he felt that he was at risk and could foresee his tragic end, so he struggled to have the letter written before he breathed his last

father’s affection for her, along

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