Loneliness

Deon raised his thick eyebrows and was ready to say something. But Bernice held him back. "What are you doing? It's a miracle that Emma is finally interested in a guy, but what are you going to do? If you dare to separate them, I won't let you get away with it!"

"That man..." Deon turned around and saw Allen and Felice wiping their tears. For a moment, he was at a loss for words. He could only swallow the protest.

Only a few days after his daughter was back, Deon got a son-in-law and a grandson. Before he could digest the sudden change, his in-laws were crying in front of him.

What Deon hated the most was seeing people crying. Those who begged for mercy always had endless tears, but he had never gone soft-hearted. To him, those tears were like blood flowing along with the knife when necks were cut open. They were cheap and stinking.