Inside the carriage, "Thank you. If you hadn't come today, those reporters would have surrounded me endlessly about my 'brother's' death."
Claud Laurence smiled slightly, "I'm thinking whether Chester Robinson is currently wearing a grim face? After all, he's attending his own memorial as a living person."
Alice Robinson leaned back in her chair, quite calm. "The memorial I held today is indeed for my brother... After I found out he wasn't my brother, I spent several years searching for my real brother. Unfortunately, I found that my biological brother had died of a severe illness at the age of ten at his adoptive parents' house... The memorial I'm holding now is also a memorial for my biological brother."
"To be honest, Alice, I'm surprised by your decision."
I remember chasing back from France to T City, he asked her why she left without a word.
She was very calm at the time, and only replied that she would hold Chester's memorial later.
