No one could win against destiny and so was the case with the Smiths.
Amara had suffered a heart attack after witnessing her son being taken away from her. It was intolerable for her health to hold up to the scene and with the due time, she wasn't able to survive.
It was two days after the funeral of Amara had been held. Currently, grandfather Smith was sitting in his study. There was no one else present in the entire mansion, except him and his butler.
Lucas was still shown the road of the bars.
Sipping the wine inside his room, there was absolute darkness. Except for the few sunrays that came from outside of the window, he didn't bother to switch on the lights in his mansion for the day.
It was all filled with the silence and silence that no one could buy, not with money.
