Lawrence didn't answer her right away. Based purely on age, one was fifty and the other fifty-two. They certainly weren't young anymore.
And based on their life experiences, that was even more true.
Over the past few decades, they had laid to rest both sets of their grandparents.
Bonnie practically had no contact with her grandparents' family, but regardless of how deep the emotional bond was, they still went to pay their final respects.
They had also said goodbye to June. On the day that loyal, dependable little guy passed away, the house was draped in heavy grief.
They didn't even try to get another dog to ease the heartbreak.
Then, at the age of sixty-five, Dale ultimately failed to escape the torment of cancer, passing away from late-stage liver failure.
Bonnie and Yvonne Walker had rotated shifts with their senior colleagues in Oasinia, staying by Dale's side and caring for him until his very last day.
Towards the end, his health rapidly declined, and he coughed up blood relentlessly. Bonnie had held the basin for him, her hands trembling violently. Both she and Lawrence were lucky to have parents who were still alive and healthy; she had never faced such a visceral, agonizing scene before.
Dale had been the guiding light of her career. She respected him immensely. Seeing him in such agony, Bonnie didn't even dare to shed a tear. When she saw her fellow students crying, Dale would still try to comfort them with a gentle look.
Or he would try his hardest to weakly pat the backs of their hands.
In those final moments, Dale couldn't speak. His gaze drifted across the faces of his family and his students, filled with deep relief and satisfaction.
Bonnie read the emotion in her mentor's eyes.
Dale was proud of them.
Lawrence attended the funeral. After the eulogies were read and the floral tributes laid, Bonnie finally let her guard down, burying her face in Lawrence's chest and crying silently for a long time.
She had always kept in touch with her mentor and visited him frequently in Oasinia. Ever since they returned from Highvale, his health had been fragile, and he had only barely managed to hold on for those last few years.
He had dedicated almost his entire life to the architectural career he so fiercely loved.
That devastating loss made Bonnie and Lawrence cherish the fragility of life even more, making them treasure every single second with their lovers, family, and friends.


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