After realizing all this, Rebecca Quentin felt an inexplicable sadness deep in her heart.
Perhaps those people couldn't imagine that the one they hoped to flatter might not even show up today...
The memorial service proceeded smoothly. Everyone bowed and saluted as the ceremony required, but most eyes were fixated on the entrance, eagerly anticipating someone's arrival.
However, just as Rebecca had guessed, Howard Geoffrey never appeared, even after the memorial service ended.
Many people were disappointed and whispered about Howard's absence, but Rebecca remained calm as she saw them off.
When everyone had left and Rebecca was alone in the memorial hall, tears suddenly slid down her cheeks.
「Quentin, night.」
KNOCK, KNOCK.
There was a knock on Rebecca's door.
Rebecca, who was hugging her knees while sitting on the bed, roused from her daze. "Come in."
The visitor was Aunt Clare.
"Miss, I hope I didn't disturb your rest?"
"It's fine, I haven't slept yet."
