Evelyn smiled faintly.
"It's been a long time..."
"Yes, dear. I still remember her very well," Lucy Walters said softly as she gently squeezed Evelyn's hand, her voice warm with memories.
Before Evelyn could say something, Samuel Walters approached quietly, his expression heavy with regret.
"Honey," he said weakly, looking at his wife, then Evelyn, "Eve... Let's sit first."
When they all sat down, Evelyn found herself beside her grandmother.
Meanwhile, Stella and her grandfather took the seats opposite them.
Samuel cleared his throat, his tone heavy with sincerity as he began, "Eve, there's something I've wanted to say to you for years."
Evelyn looked at him calmly. Waiting.
"I'm sorry, my dear. For what happened to you back then," Samuel said, his expression growing somber.
Evelyn didn't say anything, so he continued, his eyes filled with remorse.
