Vivienne’s eyes swept over the photo in my hand with a complicated expression. “Dorian, if she were here, I’m sure she’d want the three of us to be happy together.”
Lucian looked away, unable to meet the gaze of the photo.
Vivienne walked straight in, took off her coat, rolled up her sleeves and picked up the broom behind the door.
“Lucian, go open the window and let some fresh air in.”
For a moment, it took me back many years. Back then, the four of us often gathered here.
My sister would cook, Lucian would help and Vivienne did the housework.
I was busy bossing everyone around.
Laughter echoed in the small house. Now, only silence remained.
I cleaned the table and carefully placed my sister’s portrait on it.
In the photo, my sister was smiling so gently.
I never expected that a reunion of the four of us would happen like this.
Lucian suddenly rushed over and slammed the portrait onto the table. “Why display this? Everything’s fine already!”
Seeing his flustered expression, I couldn’t help but sneer inwardly.
So, he felt guilty and ashamed to face my sister’s pure eyes.
“Dorian, Lucian is just worried about you. After all, someone died here before.”