At the mention of Shirley Grant, Gerry's eyes instantly welled up with tears.
Upon hearing him bring up his mother, Alan Morgan immediately handed Gerry a few tissues to wipe away his tears.
"Don't cry, Gerry. How can a brave young man like you cry?" Alan comforted him, feeling somewhat resentful towards Gerry's mother.
"Since she has left, let her be. Why are you still thinking about her?"
「...」
The time flashed back to the day when he regained consciousness. As he opened his eyes, many memories flooded in.
He had gone into the mountains, not knowing what he was searching for, only to encounter a group of professional killers.
He fought them for a long time, in the relentless rain.
Eventually, he killed the last assassin but collapsed in a pool of blood.
His mind was hazy, almost blank.
At that moment, all he could think about was Gerry, a little boy whose face he couldn't see.
And the woman... standing beside Gerry.
