It was dead silence in the other room of the mourning hall.

The pregnant woman stood up and introduced herself. "I'm Brenda Sanchez, Harry's wife. We—"

Before she could finish speaking, a cold sneer interrupted her.

Brenda looked at Charles, neither showing a humble nor an arrogant attitude. "You're Charles, right? Harry speaks about his family often. He still misses everyone, although he's overseas—"

"Enough. It's not your place to talk here." With a long face, Charles turned to Harry and