Her Biliionaire Husband (Veronica and Matthew)

Melvin Winson stood at the doorway, his expression impassive. His feet felt as heavy as lead, making it difficult for him to lift them. He held onto the door, gazing into the hospital. room. His eyes turned red,

tears streaming down his face.

Veronica Murphy couldn't help but feel a pang. of sadness at this scene.

Throughout one's life, they will experience many farewells in the face of life and death.

However, Veronica had experienced more farewells than the average person, yet she still couldn't adapt to the sorrow of losing loved ones.

Melvin Winson tightly gripped the door frame, pain spreading throughout his body, even the veins on his forehead bulging.

Stiffly, he walked step by step into the hospital room, standing by the bedside.

He reached out and held the lifeless hand of the woman, slowly lifting it. He pressed her fingers against his face, closed his eyes, and said nothing, but tears continued to flow.

Veronica Murphy stood outside, separated by the glass. She could clearly see Melvin Winson's trembling body and how he moved the woman's hand in front of him. He leaned down and gently kissed the back of her hand.

That kiss was filled with deep affection. In the end, Veronica Murphy couldn't bear to witness the scene of someone experiencing the separation of life and death. She chose to sit on a nearby bench.

Leaning against the bench, she furrowed her brow and contemplated life. In just a few short decades, who could know whether tomorrow or an accident would come first? The most important thing is to cherish the present, isn't it?

That night, she sent a message to Sam Symons late at night, took a leave of absence, and made a phone call to Camden Sullivan to arrange for Melvin Winson to take time off. Camden Sullivan understood the importance of the deceased. In the evening, Melvin Winson contacted the crematorium and arranged for Nan Shuang's body to be cremated. After selecting a tombstone and an urn, the members of the Nan family sat in the lounge to rest. Melvin Winson was completely immersed in grief and couldn't free himself from it. He walked out of the lounge and aimlessly made his way to the square outside.

He sat alone on the steps, facing the brisk wind, smoking a cigarette.

Veronica Murphy walked over and sat beside him, silently accompanying him.

Matt, the loyal companion, didn't say a word. It was Melvin Winson who looked up at the night sky and let out a long sigh. "She's gone, leaving me all alone." "Veron, have you ever experienced separation and farewell with your loved ones?" he said, raising his hand and pounding his chest. "Now I truly understand that feeling. It hurts, it hurts so much, even breathing is painful." His voice choked and trembled. As a strong and tall man, he appeared so desperate and sorrowful that Veronica Murphy couldn't help but feel sympathy for him.

"Yes, I have experienced it, Veronica Murphy thought of the day when she got married to Matthew Kings, and he disappeared. When she found out that Matthew Kings had a car accident and survived, she was devastated. "But I am luckier than you. My loved one had left me before, but he miraculously survived the accident. Perhaps it was a miracle from God." "I envy you." Melvin Winson glanced at Veronica Murphy beside him. He saw her resting her left elbow on her knee, supporting her chin as she gazed into the distance, lost in thought, as

if reminiscing about something.

In that moment, Melvin Winson felt a wave of condemnation, guilt, self-blame, and indebtedness flooding his heart.

He had only known Veronica Murphy

for two or three months, yet she treated him as a true friend and was willing to accompany him back to

Bloomstead from Lothen in the

middle of the night after such an incident occurred.

Melvin Winson withdrew his gaze and silently apologized in his heart: Veron, I'm sorry, I am also helpless.

That night, the two of them sat together and talked for a long time until noon, when Veronica Murphy finally left.