Jonas was wearing a black trench coat and his slightly worn leather shoes were polished to a shine, exuding a refined and scholarly air.
A woman with a serene expression was holding onto his arm, leaning on him naturally and intimately.
This woman should be Jonas's wife. She was about the same age as Jonas, yet still retained her charm, and her figure was remarkably well-maintained. Her curves would even make young women envious, clearly indicating that she must have been a beauty in her youth.
Her hands were beautiful, yet quite rough, a clear sign of having done a lot of hard work. This roughness seemed at odds with the intangible aura she radiated.
All signs from her suggested that she was not from a poor family, but rather had been tempered by life.
Standing opposite Mr. and Mrs. Jonas was a man with a look of deep remorse on his face.
