**Suburban Cemetery**

A black Mercedes-Benz slowly came to a stop. The car door opened, and the passengers stepped out one by one.

Andrew, dressed in a pure black handmade suit, looked tall, straight, and handsomely aloof. Isabella wore a black dress and held a large bouquet of white lilies.

The four of them walked step by step up the hillside along the stairs. Eleanor's grave was halfway up the hill. It didn't look much different from the last time they had visited. The tall pines and cypresses were still lush, swaying slightly in the wind. Because it was winter, the perennial flowers weren't blooming, making the scene somewhat bleak.

On...