The Broken Warrior’s Daughter by Cooper

Harriet cried as she said, "Delbert, do you know? I actually saw my father kill my mother in front of me. I witnessed such a scene... "But I couldn't do anything. My mother's despairing eyes are still fresh in my memory, but I couldn't do anything..."

Harriet's voice trembled with each word, evoking deep sympathy.

Delbert clenched his teeth, understanding Harriet's sense of helplessness.

He had experienced a similar feeling when his brother was swept away by the river in front of him, and he couldn't save him.

The pain of being unable to act in such situations was something he understood all too well.

However, with many years having passed since then, he was unsure how to comfort Harriet in this moment.

Perhaps what mattered most now was for Harriet to realize that she was never alone, and she could always confide in him.

As long as Harriet was willing, he would always be there to listen to her.

Harriet tightly held onto Delbert's clothes, crying in his arms for quite some time before gradually calming her emotions. The hospital wasn't the place for words.

Delbert gently wiped away her tears and then led her to the rooftop.

Taking a deep breath, Harriet adjusted her disheveled hair affected by the wind, her voice sounding particularly weary.

could slip my mind after all these years. After

things. Clifton's grave mistakes

words, it was evident

it

was just a victim in this

"Harriet, it's not your

always go as

words, Delbert reached out and gently ruffled Harriet's hair before pulling

you to suffer like this. I'll be by your side on the road ahead. Your

and lightly kissed away the tear tracks on Harriet's

Harriet's eyelashes fluttered slightly.

warmth in her heart as she leaned closer into Delbert's

emotions and feared she might do something

them all the way

the door, she discovered Harriet being

two of them,

in her heart

of the

willing to accompany