Looking at the photo of her father on the tombstone, Becca choked up. "Daddy, I miss you so much... Do you know, you're going to be a grandfather soon..." She gave a soft, sad laugh. "Do you still remember the last time we talked? You said you wanted to see your little grandchild born..."
"Miss."
A familiar feminine voice interrupted Rebecca Quentin's conversation with her father. She turned around. "Aunt Clare?"
Aunt Clare approached her. "I went back to the Quentin residence and heard from the servants that you came to the cemetery to visit the Master, so I came to find you."
Becca excitedly grabbed Aunt Clare's hand. "Where have you been all this time?"
Aunt Clare replied honestly, "I went to handle some matters the Master entrusted to me before his death."
"Before his death?" Becca was shocked. "So you knew the reason for his suicide?"
Aunt Clare nodded slightly.
Becca asked eagerly, "Aunt Clare, tell me, what exactly was the reason?"
