Chapter 8

Without delay, Elowen tightly embraced my mother's lifeless body and began to sob uncontrollably.

In that moment, she cried like a child, her entire body collapsing onto the floor as she clung to my mother's remains, her wails heart-wrenching.

"Auntie... how could you be so foolish... it was all my fault..."

She spoke brokenly, her voice hoarse, and the sound grated on my nerves.

The doctors and nurses nearby couldn't bear to watch, and they all stepped forward to offer comfort.

"Ma'am, please try to find solace in this difficult time."

"The dead cannot be brought back to life. Your crying like this might be disturbing the deceased."

"That's right, the old lady's spirit wouldn't want to see you like this."

They chimed in one after another, spouting those noble-sounding words of consolation.

But I found it utterly ironic.

Now she knows how to cry?

Where was this earlier?

I watched all of this with cold eyes, my heart unmoved.

These were nothing but crocodile tears.