Mentioning the little girl, Zachary Santos's brows were knit with fatherly tenderness and indulgence.
Perhaps thinking of Little Candy, he curved the corners of his lips slightly.
"There are not many people in this world who are worth treating with true sincerity; if you give your heart, then give it all," Sylvan Cheney said quietly, "even if there may be no return."
"I understand," Zachary Santos nodded.
He knew what Sylvan Cheney meant.
If you are to give your heart, then give it all, even if you are left with nothing, even if it causes your financial ruin.
It's worth it.
He thought, both Ann Nolan and Yara were worth his everything.
Although it was a late encounter, fortunately, it wasn't too late.
The night gradually faded, and the dawn grew brighter; the light fell on the tombstone, making Zaiden Santos's photo all the clearer.
This gentle and cultured man would sleep forever in this land.
The rain kept falling, in waves, without respite.
