Chapter 91 Sacrifice In The Mountain

A bad feeling rose in William's heart. However, as he looked deeper into his father's blank gaze, he found nothing wrong. Even then, the nagging feeling still didn't go away.

He drew back and shook his head. 'Maybe I'm just overthinking this, ' he thought. With that, he turned his attention back to the screen.

"Are you free tomorrow and the day after that?" Timothy suddenly uttered.

"I am." Although the younger man was staring at the screen, his mind was fluttering elsewhere. William's fingers grazed against the fabric of his shirt, and he waited for his father to get straight to the point.

Aunt Amy didn't say a word. Unlike her usual talkative self, she had her head lowered and arms crossed. There was something about the way her fingers fidgeted that made her look uneasy despite the peaceful atmosphere.

Mary furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. 'What's going on?'

"Buy all the things we need tomorrow. We can set out the day after tomorrow." Timothy nodded in response.

"Got it."

'Set out? Where are we going?' Instead of blurting out her thoughts, Mary sat back and nodded only. It wasn't until they returned to the bedroom did she turn to William.

"What are we preparing for? Where are we going?" she questioned.

"The day after tomorrow is the anniversary of my mother's death." He stopped. The frown on his lips deepened even further. "We'll be getting things ready for the

had stood there the longest. He tried to hold back his tears, as he said, "Coral, it's been twenty years already. So many things have happened, William's already married...

Why did you have to die?"

Mary watched by his side. He had never seen him talk so much before, yet now, he was the most talkative man here.

Amy simply stood aside and said nothing. What was there to say? Besides, it wouldn't be appropriate for her to even speak up given the occasion. 'I hope you live a good life up there, Carol, ' she quickly said a silent prayer before turning away.

"Don't you have anything to say to your mom?" Mary whispered.

"No." William pursed his lips as he stared at the photo.

"You know you always act like you don't care for a single thing in this world. Sometimes, I couldn't help but be curious as to what would make you feel again."

At the sound of her words, he finally turned towards her. His eyes glinted with an emotion that she couldn't decipher. "Or maybe I'm meant to never feel again, to live as cold as ice."

"That's impossible," she countered. "One day, you'll feel an overwhelming amount of emotions for someone. One day, you'll love someone so much that you don't even know you have the capacity for."

William turned away his gaze and stared into the distance, ignoring the quiver in his heart.

'Oh, but you are the one who can easily affect my mood, ' he thought.