Ethan already had a lead. He was about 70% sure that Olivia was still alive and that he could soon find out where she was right now.

His expression remained unaffected as he said, "Thanks."

Keith met Ethan's gaze. Ethan's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like he had lost a lot of weight. Keith could see that for the past few days, every single second had been torture to him.

The people who attended the funeral found it weird. Never mind someone bleeding at the funeral, the Miller family didn't even stop Ethan, allowing him to continue kneeling.

There was a great meaning behind a man prostrating himself, and it was only reserved for the most reverent of times.

But now, Ethan was kneeling to pay respects to his wife. He was even kneeling for a long time, refusing to get up.

Time ticked by, and the sky grew dark. Unable to endure it any longer, Leia fainted.

Janice hastily went forward. "That's enough, Ethan."

Ethan looked at Leia. The blood on her forehead had already clotted,