Chapter 578


    No matter where it was, as long as she could sleep, or get some shut-eye, it would be fine.


    The night was so ck, so dark, so heavy, and so quiet. As moonlight shone in through the windows, it


    coated the walls and bed sheets in the ward in a dazzling white.


    Lying beside Summer was Solomon''s cold body.


    She was not afraid, not at all. It was her dad. Why would she be afraid?


    Mark did not sleep at all. He had gone to Daisy''s ward once, but she had not woken up, still


    unconscious.


    The next morning, Daisy woke up and went to see Solomon. She was heartbroken and could not stop


    crying.


    Solomon had been her husband for decades. They had gone through many trials together. Now that he


    was gone, how could she not be distraught?


    Summer had a haggard face, sunken eyes, and chapped lips. She reached out to hold Daisy, but Daisy


    pushed her away. There was a sense of resentment in Daisy''s eyes.


    Her lips were quivering, and her body trembling. She could see the resentment in her mom clearly and


    so


    she did not dare to approach her, not even making a step closer.


    Solomon’s death had hit Daisy hard. She was so sad that her body could not cope and she fell ill.


    Imagine how anyone could cope without eating and drinking, and was crying the entire day.


    While Daisy had fallen ill, Summer was still holding o n, barely mustering herst bit of strength to stay


    awake as she had to handle Solomon’s funeral and watch his cremation.


    Mark was staying by her side. She had said not a word for four days, just doing what she had to do.


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    She was emotionally numb, with no feeling, as she went through the motions to do all this.


    On the day of Solomon''s interment, Summer held the urn all the way and never let go. Rtives had


    She walked slowly. As if she was walking on the sharp edge of a knife, every step she took was agony.


    The father, who was so tall and big, who had once sheltered her from wind and rain, was now reduced


    to only a small amount of ashes in the urn.


    Even though the urn was so small, she could not hold enough of it; she could not bring herself to see it


    go, as she knew that this would be thest time she walked with her dad.


    After the urn was interred, everything would be broken, and nothing would be left.


    Summer still refused to let go, as if she had gone crazy. Daisy raised her hand and pped her hard


    across the face.


    Mark was at his wits'' end at how he could lessen her sorrow. If there was a way, he would do anything


    for her.


    Daisy was carried away, and rtives and friends had also left, leaving Summer slumping down to the


    ground in front of the tombstone.


    Summer was soaked to the skin, looking like a mess. But she ignored all this and opened her bag to


    take out the contents inside.