Alexander remained unresponsive, calmly standing in ce without even blinking.


    Quinn became anxious. She hurried forward, grabbing Walter''s arm and shaking her head at him. Walter stared at Quinn''s frantic gaze, a strong hint of mockery curling his lips.


    "What did you find?" Alexander suddenly asked.


    Walter red at Alexander. "Why should I tell you?"


    Alexander raised his hand and pushed away Walter''s dagger. "It''s getting dark. Let''s finish this quickly." Walter felt like he had punched into cotton as he angrily sheathed his knife and pulled Quinn over.


    Quinn stumbled to stand in front of the tombstone, gazing at the photo on it. In contrast to the previous unfamiliarity, she now felt an indescribable emotion - a heavy sensation in her chest. Alexander watched the two figures walk away, fell silent, and walked away.


    Alexander came to a nearby pavilion, leaned against a pir, and thoughtfully lit a cigarette.


    Walter cleared the weeds around the tombstone and wiped its surface. As he cleaned, he spoke softly, "Come stand here."


    Quinn furrowed her brows, looking at Walter with confusion.Exclusive ? content by N(?)ve/l/Drama.Org.


    But Walter focused on clearing the weeds rather than looking at Quinn.


    Walter said, "Don''t you know how to read? Look at the names on the tombstone."


    Upon hearing Walter''s words, Quinn finally noticed the inscriptions on the tombstone: one named Sophia Grace and the other Henry Mellon.


    Mellon...


    Quinn''s eyes widened suddenly. She was forced to look closely at the man''s photo, faintly sensing a familiar taste in his features.


    Quinn''s breathing quickened slightly.


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    Quinn thought, ''This is. Could it be...''


    A terrible thought rose in Quinn''s mind. Quinn suddenly looked at Walter, hoping to get confirmation from him.


    Walter quietly organized things, his eyes stinging as he looked at Quinn.


    In an instant, Quinn seemed to lose all strength, weakly sitting on the ground.


    From the age of five, Quinn had hoped her family, the Kennedys, would find her and take her back home.


    She always believed that her parents woulde for her one day and that she still had a home with loved ones waiting for her.


    However, Walter shattered her hopes by revealing that the people buried in the cemetery were actually her parents.


    Quinn realized she had no home to return to after all.


    Walter said, "Originally, I wanted you to remember on your own, to see your regret, to make you pay for these years of indifference."


    Walter chuckled. "But you, not only did you not remember anything, you seem to forget faster. Never mind, I can''t rely on you anyway. I owe the Mellons family."


    Quinn sat on the ground, staring nkly as she listened to Walter''s words, unable to hold back her tears.


    She didn''tprehend what Walter was saying, but she knew one thing for sure - she no longer had a home. The family she had longed for, the parents she had yearned for, were all gone. All hopes and expectations, shattered by the cold tombstone before her, turned into illusions.


    Walter hadpletely calmed down, meticulously wiping the dust off the tombstone, when suddenly, his arm was grabbed.


    Walter paused slightly in his movements, turning to look at Quinn.


    Tears streamed down Quinn''s face as she gazed at Walter, as if trying to memorize his features and figure out his identity.


    But after a long look and a great effort, Quinn couldn''t retrieve this person from her memory.