After that night, the Morgans fell into a deep silence.

Lila stayed by the memorial, receiving visitors one after another to pay their respects. Dressed in mourning clothes, she knelt there, never once lifting her gaze. She seemed like a wooden post, quietly guarding her own little corner of the world.

"Lila." Nicole's heart ached for the young lady as she crouched in front of her, dressed in black. "Please eat something."

Lila shook her head, her voice hoarse, like sandpaper scraping across her throat. "I'm not really hungry yet, Aunt Nicole."

But it had been two days since she'd last eaten.

Looking at the pale, fragile girl, Nicole felt tears welling up in her eyes. Except for the night Amelie passed away when Lila had cried uncontrollably, she had remained quiet and composed. She had stayed by Amelie's side the entire night.

The next day, she had become the person she was now-quiet and expressionless as if she had returned to the moment she first arrived at the Morgan residence.

Nicole took Lila's cool hand in hers. "Lila, you can cry if you're hurting. We're family, and we'll face everything together. You don't have to keep it all inside." Yet, her expression remained unchanged, distant.

guests, Kieran approached them. Nicole sighed and stood

It was like looking through

his fingers across her thin face. His hand, which was usually warm,

held his gaze, her eyes filled with sadness. "If I had known that sooner... could we

you didn't hold anything against her, and that gave her peace. Please eat something." His voice softened, his eyes full

tomorrow. I want to

stayed by Amelie's

...

walked beside her, holding a black umbrella. This was something that should have been done by the eldest son, Alfredo, but no

of the guests

Group was

issues, with Kieran's strong

was only a matter of time before things would stabilise. No one

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