Isaac's expression shifted slightly. After a moment, he said, "Okay."
He seemed to be making some kind of compromise.
Brittany followed Isaac out of the hospital and got into the car. Isaac drove to the most high-end cemetery in Imperial City.
On the eve of the New Year, the cemetery was bustling with people visiting their loved ones.
The black car came to a stop. Brittany got out of the passenger seat and went to a nearby shop to buy a bunch of flowers and some other stuff.
"Let me help you." Isaac offered.
Brittany avoided him, "Just tell me where it is. I want to go by myself."
Isaac swallowed. He knew she wasn't one to change her mind easily.
"I'll go with you, but I'll keep my distance."
Brittany didn't respond. She just walked straight into the cemetery.
Isaac had splurged on the best spot for his son's burial. Brittany laid the flowers down and took out some snacks from her bag, placing them in front of the grave.
The shopkeeper had said that kids loved those snacks.
The tombstone was simple—just a line of words, no photo. Brittany’s eyes welled up with tears. She squatted down, tears streaming down her face.
Isaac stood a little distance away, looking at her frail silhouette with a cold glint in his eyes.
The cold wind was biting. Brittany was freezing, her face flushed from the cold.
Isaac checked the time. Two hours had passed.
He walked over and picked up Brittany, "It's getting late. We can come back another time."
Brittany bit into his neck weakly, her voice filled with anger, "Isaac, why couldn't it have been you who died?"
What had her Kyle done wrong?
He hadn't even had the chance to experience the world before he was taken away, but they were still alive. They were the culprits!
Isaac's eyes were filled with hidden emotions. He carried her out of the cemetery, step by step.
He murmured, "Even if I were to die, I'd take you with me."
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