Chapter 445

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 residenc