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Victoria Garcia silently looked at the inside of Cemetery Park while Arnold Johnson held her and walked with her.

Soon, they were back in the car and he drove her away from the place.

Seeing Victoria being quiet the entire time, Arnold knew she was still upset about her mother.

"I heard you're pretty good at squash," Arnold changed the topic.

Victoria mumbled, "I haven't played for a long time."

"Why?" Arnold thought sports was the best way to adjust one's mood.

"My grandpa loved squash. When he was alive, he used to play with me. I didn't have much strength back then, so playing squash felt like going to war. It was so tiring."

Victoria recalled the days when her grandpa was alive. Those were happy times.

However, some happiness was real, while some were just an illusion.

"Well, let me test your strength now."

"I'm not in the mood for squash today. Can we play some other time?" Victoria truly wasn't in the mood.