Sanatorium.
"Mrs. Grant, these are the old lady's belongings."
The caretaker handed a mahogany box to Iris Nash.
Iris Nash's eyes were red as she slowly took the mahogany box from the caretaker's hands, holding it tightly in her arms.
Her mother had died.
After hearing the news about Gabriel Miles and Eleanor Shaw, in distress for her, she tried to find out more, got upset and fell, just like that, to her death!
Her mother who loved her the most, the dearest person to her in this world, was gone just like that.
Tears slid down her cheeks again. Iris Nash was devastated, her body shook, almost unable to stand.
Her brother, who rushed over, quickly supported her, his eyes also bloodshot.
"Sister, accept my condolences. Mother was already advanced in years, and being able to hold on for so many years was because of your good care."
Iris Nash's brother comforted her.
Iris Nash's face was full of tears, hugging the box tightly, slowly shaking her head.
