Oliver Knox had already hired a few cleaners to come and tidy up.
He had been so heartbroken that he hadn't bothered to eat lunch yet. Oliver's assistant had reserved a restaurant. It was a perfect opportunity to grab a meal while the cleaners were working.
After Clara Knox gave some instructions to the cleaning ladies, she followed them out. By this time, the old lady had already been put in the car by Oliver.
As she stepped out the door, she froze in place, seeing the person who suddenly came into view.
Isaac Turner was a bit chubbier than he had been four years ago, but his taste had not diminished. He wore uniquely tailored casual clothes that were clearly of his own design.
Isaac stared blankly at Clara, licking his lips as he searched for something to say.
Four years ago, everyone knew that Clara had perished in a car accident, and Edward Harper had built a cenotaph for her. In broad daylight, Isaac felt he couldn't possibly be seeing a ghost.
"Clara?"