"Hey, come and see if there is anything wrong. Your mother loves cleaning the most. She will get angry with me if I don't tidy her up," Peter responded, beckoning her.

Gale nodded again and again. "It looks good."

Peter smiled when he heard that, and tears fell down his face.

She also cried fiercely.

The mortuary was gloomy and quiet. Seeing no one around, Peter whispered, "Gale, now that things have come to an end, you should plan for yourself. Your mother is gone, so you don't have to worry about it anymore. I am your only burden."

"Dad, Mom is gone. I only have you as my family. How can I leave you?"

"You still have your children!"

Gale lowered her head, looking at her lower abdomen.

Peter held her hand tightly and said, "The next generation is the hope. The most important thing now is you and the child."

"I can't leave you alone, Dad."

Peter was a little anxious. "I mean, you think about yourself first. Didn't you say that you have a chance to leave? Then, you must go!"