Jorge Saxton's eyes were red and foggy, blurring his vision.
Lydia Brooke could feel Jorge Saxton's body trembling slightly as he held her.
"Jorge, what happened? Tell me."
It feels much better to speak out—
What could have caused the increasingly elegant and composed Jorge to be so sad?
Jorge Saxton held Lydia Brooke for a long while, took a deep breath, the fog in his eyes began to gather into beads, his voice hoarse and low: "My sister—my sister is really no longer in this world."
Jorge has a sister?
This was the first time Lydia Brooke heard from Jorge about the 'sister.'
Lydia Brooke didn't speak, nor did she dare to inquire, afraid to uncover the scars of Jorge, who was already sad and distressed.
The news of his sister not being in this world must be very difficult for Jorge, right?
