After Meghan and the others left, Monica entered Dion's room. Seeing her son standing by the window in a daze, she asked gently, "Is something bothering you?"
Dion turned around, saw Monica, and shook his head: "No, nothing."
"You're my child, how can I not know what's on your mind?" Monica moved closer to Dion and told him, "In this world, only your mother and father can understand you, and only your father and I can help you."
Dion had always been one to keep his worries to himself. No matter what happened, he would shoulder it all on his own.
But seeing her son becoming increasingly reticent, Monica's heart was filled with unspeakable worry.
"As for your work, I don't interfere, and I have no right to interfere. However, as for your personal matters, I can help you carry them."
"Mom…" Dion couldn't help himself and gently hugged Monica, resting his head on her shoulder. "Your daughter-in-law…she's gone."
"What happened?"