When Stella reached out, Remington stood up straight, sidestepping her gesture and pulling his hand from hers. "Here, wipe your face."

He handed her a wet wipe.

Touching her face, Stella felt the tear streaks and sat up awkwardly.

After she cleaned her face, it was like she finally snapped back to reality, her voice tinged with nervous guilt.

"Remington, where's my dad? Is he okay?"

Remington's brow furrowed slightly, a flash of irritation passing through his eyes.

"He's fallen ill, resting in the next room."

The police had just left when Martin collapsed.

That's why Remington had been delayed.

Stella's face filled with worry, and she tried to get out of bed but fell back weakly.

"Rest for now," Remington said sternly. "Your dad's condition has stabilized. The nurse will let you know when he wakes up."

Stella nodded obediently, her eyes wandering helplessly, tears falling as she spoke.

my dad like this, and my mom's funeral... I don't know what to do. Could you take

lip quivered, and seeing Remington silent, she began to

mom did terrible things, but death trumps all, doesn't it? Her sins should be wiped away with her passing. She may have wronged Lizetta, but she

would mean he had truly moved

buried, and Stella didn't want to be scorned for having a murderer as

Remington cut her

wife and kid, and you say she hasn't wronged

froze, her hands flailing

meant... I'm sorry, I

my mom died regretful and guilty. If she knew you'd

saint. The most I

her expression desolate. Then, Martin's voice came

let's keep your mom's funeral simple.dll handle it.

need to bother Reming

bother Rent Who

quickly got off the bed and went to support

you're awake? Are you

his back hunched, the hospital gown hanging loosely on

of his head,

request. Can we keep Luna's cause of death a secret? Stella was lost for so many years, and the rumors about her are already

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