Jean Grant's eyes grew moist, and she nodded.
"Brother, I'll live my life to the fullest."
By the time she got home, it was already evening.
Nicholas Ainsworth was already back.
"Where did you go? I called your phone, but you didn't answer."
Jean Grant forced a smile and quickly checked her phone. "It was off. I went to my mom's house."
Nicholas looked at her pale face. "What's wrong? You look unhappy."
She shook her head. "It's nothing. I'm just really tired. I think I'll go upstairs and sleep."
Nicholas watched her dejected figure, the color in his eyes deepening.
He knew about Marlon Marshall's death.
Even though there was little media coverage, the news had still reached his ears.
He followed her upstairs, pushed open the bedroom door, and saw her lying there, completely still.
Nicholas walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. "Is Marlon's death bothering you? He was your ex-husband, after all."
