The Year I Stopped Being His novel Chapter 274

Tilly walked up, holding her mother's hand.

Mrs. Harrison wore a long black dress, her hair pulled back into a low bun, her face pale and rigidly composed. After not seeing her for a few months, she seemed to have aged significantly. Her steps were slightly unsteady; if Tilly hadn't been holding her hand, it looked as though she might collapse at any moment.

Garrison immediately stepped forward and supported Mrs. Harrison's arm. "Mrs. Harrison, why did you come?"

Professor Harrison's funeral had taken place at the cemetery just three days ago, and Garrison had been in attendance.

"Of course I had to come. Ms. Taylor... saved my daughter's life in that fire. Even though my husband is gone, we could never forget a debt like that."

Mrs. Harrison stopped in front of the altar and bowed deeply to Sloane's portrait. When she straightened up, she dabbed the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, folded it neatly, and tucked it away. Her voice was soft but steady, speaking as much to Sloane as she was to her late husband.

"Ms. Taylor," she began. "When Harrison passed, I couldn't sleep for days. I tossed and turned, asking myself one question—what was it all for? But now I understand. He died for what he believed in. And so did you."

"I am so sorry my husband couldn't protect you properly. He couldn't bring you back safely from Antarctica. That was his failure, and on his behalf, I apologize."

Garrison felt a sharp ache twist in his chest. "Mrs. Harrison, please don't say that."

Mrs. Harrison looked down at Tilly, gently stroking her daughter's hair before continuing.

"Ms. Taylor, your character commands respect, and your bravery commands reverence. You gave my daughter a second chance at life. Thank you."

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