The funeral was simple.

That night, Rosalie stayed back in the house where the body was. She suddenly felt emotions gushing through her.

Now that Gordon had died, she no longer had parents.

She felt sadness surging through her as she thought about this.

As a doctor, she had seen too many deaths. She tried to restrain her emotions, but she felt too sorry for herself.

Byron returned after sending the kids back home.

Looking into that man’s gentle gaze dispersed her negative emotions.

The two of them sat by the coffin, guarding it. The temperature dropped gradually, and Byron draped two coats over Rosalie’s shoulder.

A while later, Benedict and Melody returned and said, “Luther is watching after the kids, and the bodyguards are around. They'll be fine.”

Rosalie was grateful for what Byron’s parents had done for her.

They came to accompany her even at late hours like this.

“Dad, Mom, it’s too cold here. Why don’t you go home? Byron and I can manage it here. Everything will be se