Seeing Jonathan's grief-stricken expression, Matthew's heart tightened into a knot. "Sir, take this photo album home and look through it slowly."
"Mm, then... alright, okay. I'll return it to you after I've finished looking!" Jonathan couldn't help but choke up.
"No rush! No rush, take your time!" Matthew waved his hand and quickly replied.
"Sir, would you like me to remind Sophie to give you a call?" Matthew asked next.
Jonathan looked at Matthew with eyes full of hope, then lowered his head again. "No need. I think she doesn't want to have anything to do with me anymore. For the past four years, she must have been blaming me—blaming me for not taking good care of the woman she loved most, for letting her suffer immense physical and emotional pain, and ultimately die with resentment in her heart."
Clutching the thin, old photo album tightly, Jonathan appeared calm on the surface, but inside, his emotions were surging like stormy waves...
