Chapter 528 Heart-Wrenching

The child's cries were like a sharp knife, piercing the hearts of those present, especially the closest relatives of the deceased. Charlotte's father was holding his wife's hand in near despair. Compared to the previously rude and detestable man, he now appeared pitiful and lamentable. As Rachel had described, Charlotte's mother never opened her eyes again to look at her daughters, no matter how heart-wrenching the child's cries were. I watched all of this, unable to comprehend why a seemingly fine person would suddenly commit suicide. After the onlookers consoled Rachel for a while, they sighed and left. It was already dark outside, and Charlotte and her father continued to stay by the deceased's side, as if believing that if they accompanied her a little longer, she would wake up. Rachel got up and went to the yard to light a fire. She seemed exhausted and was walking unsteadily. I took the firewood from her hand. After spending a few days here, I had observed many basic skills,