He fainted just now

Marco Deluca didn't stop there, he continued.

When Marco Deluca was still mourning his wife, he heard footsteps, but he didn't turned around to see who it was. He didn't care who it was.

The world without his wife didn't matter to him.

He held her in his arms, and cried louder.

And he heard a soft yet cold voice from behind, "My condolences."

When he heard the familiar voice, he turned to look at the man whose face was enough to make even a man turn gay.

He was Rylan Kensington.

And he had a bandage on his hand. And he had no expression on his face. But his eyes. His eyes told him, he felt bad for him.

But he had no energy to focus on him.

Rylan Kensington looked at Marco Deluca with a grim expression, "How did it happened?"

Marco Deluca didn't say anything, but cried louder and louder.

Why he didn't protect his wife? Why he wasn't there with her?