"I said... my father is dead!" Wilbert Morgan seemed to be talking about something that had nothing to do with him, but his hand in his pocket was already clenched into a fist, "Cancer!"
A buzz resonated in Lana Kirk's mind, she couldn't believe that the elegant, courteous, and gentle man, who always showed a charming and sweet smile to everyone, was dead?
How could he....
"Got your answer, let's go!" Grace Gordon said and shut the door.
He's dead... Lana stood motionless at the entrance, her tears dropping like beads off a broken string.
Grace Gordon turned around and looked at Wilbert Morgan who stood straight... her eyes reddened at his sight.
Wilbert Morgan was also looking at Grace Gordon. In his eyes... the hatred for Grace Gordon was gone. Although he never called her "Mom"... but after all that happened, Wilbert Morgan really didn't hate Grace Gordon anymore.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
Lana Kirk banged on the door again.