Clark could only bow deeply, his voice a mix of sorrow and regret.
"I'm sorry."
He knew that no amount of apologies could mend their broken hearts from the loss of their beloved daughter, but he genuinely felt sorry for them. He felt sorry for Crystal.
"I'll take care of you both till I die," Clark seemed to make a decision, saying seriously, "You can treat me as your son. I'll often come to visit and take care of you in your old age."
Even though this couldn't alleviate the pain felt by Alger and Celeste, at least they wouldn't be left alone in this world.
"Give me all the information related to those people," Alger said, his voice weary. "And never show up in front of us again."
"But—"
"Leave." Alger didn't even want to glance at him. "I want to spend some time with my daughter."
He had thought that he would have a lifetime to watch his daughter walk down the aisle in a wedding dress, have her own children.
But he never expected that their time together would be so short.
