Edward Sullivan is a selfish and callous person.
When Mr Sullivan had an accident, he wasn't this sad.
He only managed to squeeze out a few reluctant tears.
But now, he is crying like a fountain, overwhelmed with grief.
Edward Sullivan's heartbroken wailing left everyone around him dumbfounded.
Someone couldn't help but ask, "Who are you? Why are you this sad?"
Edward Sullivan wiped his tears and said, trembling, "I met Mr. Hawke by chance and had dealings with him. The old man was virtuous, humble, and willing to mentor the younger generation. He gave me the feeling of 'a word from a wise man is worth ten years of study.' I respected him greatly, treating him with the rites of a nephew to an uncle. Now that Mr. Hawke has passed, how could I not be sad?"
Edward Sullivan thought he had spoken appropriately.
After all, the old man is dead, and the dead don't speak, how could they expose him?
