If only I could.
Jennifer Lopez would never want to see that photo again in her life.
"Urgh~"
She abruptly turned around, pressing her hands against the wall, unable to stop herself from vomiting profusely.
Having already experienced the pain of losing a child, she was once again dealt such a blow, her spirit had somewhat collapsed.
Her pale face, written all over with sorrow and exhaustion.
"Give... a grand... funeral..."
Jennifer Lopez slumped weakly onto the sofa, her gaze hollow beyond measure.
"Should we..."
Shadow Warrior frowned, asking again, "Should we inform Master Warm?"
"Tell him,"
Jennifer Lopez waved her hand feebly and said, "I bear a large responsibility for this. Nathanael Warm should be informed."
As she said this, her hands clasped tightly onto the leather of the sofa, her entire being somewhat collapsing.
"I still, after all, underestimated him!"
"Yes!"
Shadow Warrior turned away, making a strong effort to avoid the photo on the cellphone.