Don't you plan to give me an explanation?2

By the time Arnold Johnson found Victoria Garcia, the sun was almost setting, a cool breeze wafted through the graveyard.

Victoria had long shed her wedding dress, now wearing a black T-shirt and pants, sitting in front of her mother Josephine Garcia's grave, silent, just quietly looking at her gentle smile.

She herself didn't know how long she had maintained this posture.

When Arnold Johnson stood behind her, Victoria did not turn around or speak, but just continued to maintain this posture.

She hadn't vanished into thin air; she just wanted to be alone and quiet, here, the place that best allowed her to think clearly.

"Madam Johnson..." Arnold Johnson sat down beside her and called her softly.

Victoria cut him off coldly, "From now on, please have Mr. Johnson call me Miss Garcia, that would be more fitting for both our statuses."