Chapter 1307
Melvin Winson stood at the doorway, his expression impassive. His feet felt as heavy as lead, making it
difficult for him to lift them. He held onto the door, gazing into the hospital. room. His eyes turned red,
tears streaming down his face.
Veronica Murphy couldn’t help but feel a pang. of sadness at this scene. Throughout one’s life, they will
experience many farewells in the face of life and death.
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However, Veronica had experienced more farewells than the average person, yet she still couldn’t
adapt to the sorrow of losing loved ones.
Melvin Winson tightly gripped the door frame, pain spreading throughout his body, even the veins on
his forehead bulging.
Stiffly, he walked step by step into the hospital room, standing by the bedside. He reached out and held
the lifeless hand of the woman, slowly lifting it. He pressed her fingers against his face, closed his
eyes, and said nothing, but tears continued to flow.
Veronica Murphy stood outside, separated by the ss. She could clearly see Melvin Winson’s
trembling body and how he moved the woman’s hand in front of him. He leaned down and gently
kissed the back of her hand.
That kiss was filled with deep affection. In the end, Veronica Murphy couldn’t bear to witness the scene
of someone experiencing the separation of life and death. She chose to sit on a nearby bench.
Leaning against the bench, she furrowed her brow and contemted life. In just a few short decades,
who could know whether tomorrow or an ident woulde first?
The most important thing is to cherish the present, isn’t it?
That night, she sent a message to Sam Symonste at night, took a leave of absence, and made a
phone call to Camden Sullivan to arrange for Melvin Winson to take time off.
Camden Sullivan understood the importance of the deceased. In the evening, Melvin Winson contacted
the crematorium and arranged for Nan Shuang’s body to be cremated.
After selecting a tombstone and an urn, the members of the Nan family sat in the lounge to rest. Melvin
Winson waspletely immersed in grief and couldn’t free himself from it.
He walked out of the lounge and aimlessly made his way to the square outside. He sat alone on the
steps, facing the brisk wind, smoking a cigarette.
Veronica Murphy walked over and sat beside him, silently apanying him. Matt, the loyal
companion, didn’t say a word. It was Melvin Winson who looked up at the night sky and let out a long
sigh. “She’s gone, leaving me all alone.”
“Veron, have you ever experienced separation and farewell with your loved ones?” he said, raising his
hand and pounding his chest. “Now I truly understand that feeling. It hurts, it hurts so much, even
breathing is painful.”
His voice choked and trembled. As a strong and tall man, he appeared so desperate and sorrowful that
Veronica Murphy couldn’t help but feel sympathy for him.
“Yes, I have experienced it, Veronica Murphy thought of the day when she got married to Matthew
Kings, and he disappeared. When she found out that Matthew Kings had a car ident and survived,
she was devastated. “But I am luckier than you. My loved one had left me before, but he miraculously
survived the ident. Perhaps it was a miracle from God.”
“I envy you.”
Melvin Winson nced at Veronica Murphy beside him. He saw her resting her left elbow on her knee,
supporting her chin as she gazed into the distance, lost in thought, as if reminiscing about something.
In that moment, Melvin Winson felt a wave of condemnation, guilt, self-me, and indebtedness
flooding his heart.
He had only known Veronica Murphy for two or three months, yet she treated him as a true friend and
was willing to apany him back. to Bloomstead from Lothen in the middle of the night after such an
incident urred.
Melvin Winson withdrew his gaze and silently apologized in his heart: Veron, I’m sorry, I am also
helpless.
That night, the two of them sat together and talked for a long time until noon, when Veronica Murphy
finally left.