Chapter Forty-One

Chapter Forty-One

The sky was covered with dark clouds, the heavier the rain, the stronger the wind blew, and the strong wind made everything fly in chaos. But Gemma still stood silently looking at her father's gravestone, her heart had long since cooled down, only her body pretending to live on, her father's death also brought her soul to die. Nothing could save her, not even the child she always wanted, now it was like a thorn in her eye.

Jethro froze at Gemma's words, then the two didn't say another word to each other, Jethro stood beside her and quietly covered her umbrella without making a sound or saying a word.

As the wind grew louder, the umbrella was also overturned, Jethro was now also impatient to speak but remained gentle and caring towards her.

"Let's go back, you can visit your father any time you want," Jethro said.

But contrary to Jethro's gentleness, Gemma found his kindness nauseating.

“Thank you for your disgusting kindness, it is nauseating for a murderer to be so