"Sophia..." Old Master Collins grasped Emily Collins's hand, his lips trembling as he spoke, his voice full of pain.
Amelia Clarke sat dumbfounded on the sofa, unsure how to react, her heart hollow and her mind blank.
"The Old Madam passed away very peacefully, without any pain. Given her physical condition, it's rare for her to leave this way. The deceased is gone; please accept our condolences and move forward..." Doctor Hughes's voice was soft.
Owen Moreland came over and embraced Amelia Clarke, holding a phone in his right hand, arranging the old lady's affairs one by one.
Listening to his steady and composed voice, Amelia Clarke's tears fell silently.
Emily Collins's demeanor in death was serene, with a slight smile on her lips; she left very peacefully.
Departing without regrets is a blessing in itself.
