Benny Saxton was asked to leave.
Jorge Saxton didn't even glance at his departing figure, his face icy, unmoved by his previous words.
The whole living room was filled with a deep, suffocating atmosphere.
Ariel Morris reached out, smiling softly, her voice gentle, "Brother, come sit here."
Jorge Saxton's expression softened slightly, he moved next to Ariel Morris, held her outstretched hand, and replied softly, "Brother is here, say what you want."
"Brother," Ariel Morris called out, gently leaning her head on Jorge Saxton's shoulder, smiling faintly, tightening her grasp on his slightly cold hand, "Brother, if I really... would you let Arlo Seys handle my affairs after I'm gone? Even if I die, I want my tombstone to bear the title of Arlo Seys's wife. Marrying Arlo, being his wife, has been my lifelong dream. Even in death, I want that dream to live on."
