Chapter 642

Samantha lowered her head, crying helplessly beside Harold. "Why are you crying, silly girl?" Harold gave her a faint, helpless smile. He slowly raised his hand and stroked her hair. His eyes looked as kind and warm as the day Samantha first met him. "Everyone dies eventually. We all face that day sooner or later. I'm just going ahead of you to check the place down below," he said softly. "Come on, stop crying. If you keep it up, I might just stop liking you." Harold was never good at comforting people. After thinking hard, these awkward words were all he could manage to soothe Samantha's grief. Even now, as he was near his end, he still couldn't bear to see her shed tears, even for his sake. "Alright, that's all I wanted to say, Samantha. Stop crying now. It breaks my heart to see you like this." Although Harold was terminally ill, he was still the loving grandfather Samantha had always known. Upon seeing her crying so hard, Ben pulled a clean handkerchief from his pocket and ha