Chapter 340 Darren

Lewis felt as if his heart was being torn apart every time he thought that there was no Judy left in this world, no more voice to hear, no more sight to see. Sometimes the pain was so intense that he could hardly breathe.

His hair turned whiter and whiter, and he himself had become much thinner, no longer the spirited man he used to be.

Here, Lewis's daily routine was to chant scriptures and copy Buddhist texts.

"Master, why are you crying again?" A tender voice emerged from under the window.

It was a young monk. The boy, five years old this year, named Darren, was an orphan adopted by the temple.

Lewis looked at Darren's lovely appearance and couldn't help but think of Angel. Angel was over a year old, could walk, and could speak.

Although he had not gone home, Isabella sent him some videos of Angel every day.

He knew his mother's intention, trying to use Angel to make him come back home.

Through the videos, Lewis could see his daughter's growth every day, falling down, getting sick,