"Thank you for the dinner," Jerry Taylor said with a smile, not bringing up anything else, truly giving the feeling of a good neighbor's normal interaction, making Emma Wells feel no awkwardness at all.
"Actually, I've already bought food. You didn't have to go through the trouble of cooking for me," Jerry Taylor said, smiling.
Emma Wells looked at the man in front of her, with gentle brows and a serene demeanor, feeling inexplicably sad. She also heard from Lucy Wells about the kind of life he was leading.
The wife he found did not love him, only used him, and even his biological daughter was like that.
Over the years, he had been hiding his identity, silently taking risks. Decades had passed like this, without even a single person to look after him.
At least she had her mother's warmth and Lucy becoming her support. Over the years, the days he lived were much harder than hers.
"You eat outside food every day, can that be healthy?" Emma Wells couldn't help but ask.
