Keith's tense nerves finally snapped at this moment, and he reached out, his hands trembling, afraid he'd upset me.
"Estelle, why didn't you divorce him? He was so mean to you. Mom and Dad are gone, but you still have me!"
Keith's voice choked, tears kept streaming down, and he didn't even dare to look at me again.
Listening to Keith's crying, I wanted to reach out and wipe his tears. He was right. Why didn't I divorce Dale?
Because time and time again, I held hope for Dale. After all, he was the person I deeply loved for many years and hoped to get a response from.
How could I give up just like that?
Neil took care of everything for me. As he looked at the death certificate with my name on it, he was furious. With that burst of anger, he went to the hospital.
Neil saw Dale smiling at Grace, and he stepped forward and slapped Dale hard.
"Dale, you still have the mood to entangle with another woman here at a time like this? How could you face Estelle?"
Neil tightly covered his chest, constantly retreating, while Dale glared at him with anger.
"You hit me for her? Did she say something to you again?"
I looked at Dale with a heart full of disappointment. He seemed to be used to blaming everything on me. He never even asked for the reason.
Neil looked at him with tears streaming down his face: "Estelle was dead. she was buried alive by the heavy snow..."
