Chapter 657

Aiden's heart, which had just turned cold because of Nate, was instantly immersed in a pool of warm, sweet honey—so tender it felt like melting, so sweet it made his chest ache. He took a few steps closer, about to speak, but Willow had already guessed his intention. Quickly turning to Elder Garcia, she deftly changed the subject: "Grandpa, tomorrow I want to visit Mom's grave with Aiden. Would you like to come with us?" Elder Garcia's face was no better than Aiden's had been moments ago. His complexion was deathly pale, his lips tinged with blue. Tears shimmered in his clouded eyes, yet he clenched his jaw stubbornly, refusing to let them fall. His entire body trembled slightly, his expression trapped in endless grief and remorse—as if drowning in an ocean of regret with no shore in sight. Uncle Fred stood nearby, his face etched with helpless concern, but he seemed at a loss for how to offer comfort. Yet Willow's simple address of "Grandpa" instantly pulled the old man back from that