Kevan looked up and locked eyes with Larissa. "Come here." He reached out for her and spoke in a very soft voice.
Larissa went over to hold his hand tightly.
His hand was cold as usual, and it was actually colder as the thermostat in the hall was not turned on.
Larissa said nothing, and she did not ask either.
She only straightened up and stood next to Kevan.
Together, they accepted the respects paid by the guests.
Kevan's network of connections was too big.
There were so many guests that the funeral service only officially ended by the evening.
Larissa had stood with Kevan for a very long time, and she was wearing heels. Moreover, she had not drunk any water at all through the service, but she did not feel terrible.
It was likely because the pain she felt mentally was greater than the pain she felt physically, so her whole body was numb.
"Will you keep vigil tonight?" Larissa asked Kevan.
Bethany's body would be buried tomorrow. It would be placed here tonight.
Kevan shook his head. "No."
Bethany was not his real daughter. She was only a child that he was a little bit more familiar with compared to a stranger. This funeral service was only held because his parents had insisted on it.
"Are you tired?" Kevan asked Larissa with his eyes filled with concern.
"Just a little hungry." Larissa finally sensed the pain in her stomach. "Let's go eat somewhere."
"Okay." Kevan led her out of the hall.
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