It was Kenneth. Dressed in a crisp white shirt, he was standing not too far away with a white towel in his hand.

"Kenneth?" Upon seeing her, a hint of surprise washed over Kenneth's face before he walked towards her.

"You're here to pay your respects to Bella, and you didn't even give me a heads up. If I'd known you were coming today, I would've stayed away." He offered a wry smile, then began to wipe Bella's headstone with the towel in his hand, gently and meticulously.

It was clear that out of all the headstones, Bella's was the cleanest. It was obviously tended to regularly.

here often?" Dorothy asked, observing how familiar he was with the

on her," Kenneth replied after ensuring the headstone was spotless and then casually plucking a few tufts

daughter. It was Kenneth who picked up her slack. "Thank you, Kenneth." "Thank me for what?" He raised an eyebrow, folded the towel neatly and tucked it into his pocket. "Bella was fond of me, and I admired her indomitable spirit, too. All of this has nothing to do with you. You don't need to thank me." "Kenneth, —" "There's no need to say anything,” Kenneth cut her off gently, "Don't shoulder all the responsibility yourself. Since I've already said it's my own will, you don't need to feel obliged. Actually, I should be thanking Bella. Sometimes, I come here and talk to her when I'm feeling down or troubled. It's a way for me to relax." Dorothy lowered her eyes, "You really don't have to do this, Kenneth. I can't give

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towel off at the storage locker and wait for you down below." "Alright." Dorothy nodded, watching Kenneth walk away, his figure shrinking

the headstone and then sat down beside

Bella before, she would get a stern look for not calling Mom, yet

had always been stubborn in

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