It has nothing to do with me, but my boss

The doctor sighed and tried to explain to Marco Deluca, "I am just bringing you to your wife Sir."

Marco Deluca hurriedly followed her.

Evening. The sun had set in the sky, one could see the stars that had started to be seen in the sky.

It had been half an hour, since Angelia was buried, next to her twin kids.

Marco Deluca's parents, and Angelia's parents were there. And their cries echoed in the air.

They couldn't believe, their daughter, and their grandchildren passed away just in one day.

Their pain was too raw, and visible on their face.

But Marco Deluca? He listlessly stared at the grave. The soil was still wet and fresh. And he glanced at the white stoner where his wife's name was written. Angelia Deluca.

And beside her grave, were two small graves of their twin children.