Nathan's hand trembled as he pointed toward the urn. I gave a slight nod, and I saw the grief in his eyes deepen.
He dismissed his assistant, sending him back to the car, before stepping forward and cradling the urn in his arms. His entire body shook—so unlike the composed and decisive Nathan everyone knew.
I knew. I knew how much Nathan truly loved Lillian.
He never had children of his own. Back when Lillian was just born, and Isabella was still absent, he had loved his niece deeply.
At that time, Sebastian's mother had fallen critically ill again, and I was completely occupied with taking care of her. It never crossed my mind that the nanny at home would abuse my child.
When I discovered the bruises on Lillian’s tiny body, I nearly lost my mind. In the end, it was Nathan who offered
