Chapter221

With the thunder blowing up, the rain outside the window is getting bigger and bigger, slapping on the eaves like ice, and also hitting Edmond Black's heart.

Richard was still kneeling in front of the mourning hall. It was almost ten hours since the morning, and no one had sent him meals. It had been sunny for half an autumn, but it rained heavily today.

Is this God's punishment for his eldest grandson?

His sparse eyebrows gradually closed, and he lost the desire to speak.

Mary Kinson saw that he was absent-minded, so she stood up and helped him to the bedside: "It's getting late, Grandpa Blak, take a rest. I'll come back to see you in a few days."

Edmond Black nodded, sat on the edge of the bed, looked out of the window unconsciously, and locked his eyebrows more tightly: "Maru, it seems that the rain will not stop. You can stay overnight in the Black family and sleep in William's room."

Mary Kinson nodded, "OK, Grandpa Blak, then have a good rest."

"Hmm."