Looking at Adaire’s mother’s grey hairs, some guilt flashed in her eyes, she saw her last time, she was still full of energy and grace.

In just three days, she seemed to be old.

Ada Wood looks at her with guilt on her face, hiding behind Adair, shivering.

"Sorry aunt." Besides apologizing, Ada Wood can't think of anything else to say.

All this is caused by her. If it was not for her, Adair Carter would not have become like this. He would not have quarreled with his parents, and his father’s illness would not worsen.

"Mom, before I went to pick up Ada, you promised me that you would...