Part of the Widjaya Family

Clifford still had a flat, expressionless face standing in front of the small window. Even though his face didn't show any emotion, his heart was secretly crying for the young woman inside that ward.

Clifford didn't want to see Merry cry or be sad. If allowed, he wanted to stay by her side and wipe away her tears. But no matter how much he wanted it, Clifford was not qualified to do so.

The head of the Widjaya Family security team pressed his lips tightly together until it turned white. His throat felt choked with feelings he could not express.

All the emotions Clifford was feeling right now wasn't because Merry was crying for someone else, but simply because that woman was Merry.

Merry was still in her youth. The young woman should spend her time smiling mischievously, not crying with her broken heart. Merry should not be bound by such sadness.