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「Three days later.」
The old master was laid to rest.
Tristan Sterling chose an auspicious burial plot for his grandfather.
Holly Sinclair's eyes were red and swollen. Thinking of her grandfather's face and his warm smile, it felt as if she were trapped in a sad dream...
'If only it were a dream.'
'That way, she wouldn't have lost someone who truly doted on her.'
'That way, her heart wouldn't be filled with regret.'
'Grandpa never got to see the baby be born. It was a deep regret, for her and for him.'
"First Young Master, Second Young Master, Young Madam, the old master left a will. Lawyer Rhodes has already arrived at the Sterling Manor."
Mr. Quentin said, his expression sorrowful and his voice hoarse.
He had served the old master for decades. Though he knew that birth, aging, sickness, and death were a natural part of life, emotionally, it was difficult for him to find peace so soon.
