Chapter 28

"I feel so bad for Teresa. She never had a daughter of her own, and the one she raised is now gone." "Exactly. I still remember Grace. She was such a clever and sensible young woman. How could she die at such a young age?" "The life of the wealthy isn't great either. Grace was like a completely different person the last time I saw her. She was so frail that even the wind could blow her away." "Teresa and Grace always bragged about how great Grace's husband was, but that was just a lie. He never accompanied Grace back here in their three years of marriage." Listening to this, Luther felt a lump in his throat. That day, neither Teresa nor Grace showed up. Luther leaned against a wooden chair, drifting into a light sleep. It wasn't long before he was startled awake. He dreamt of Grace's death again. When he opened his eyes to look around, the surroundings were silent and pitch-black with no sign of Grace. At that moment, he truly felt like Grace would never return. At 10:00 pm,