Francis struck up a conversation with someone in the finance department beside him. "Hey, beautiful, do your hands cramp up after counting money for so long?"


    The finance beauty rolled her eyes. "I''ve done this even longer before and never experienced hand cramps!"


    "Then maybe you haven''t counted enough!"


    "Hm," The beauty responded indifferently, seeming uninterested in engaging further.


    Francis persisted. "How long have you been doing finance?"


    "Three years."


    "Your sry must be pretty high, then."


    "Not really."


    "Do you have a boyfriend?"


    "No."


    "What kind of boyfriend are you looking for? I know..."


    "Can you please shut up?" The beauty suddenly interrupted Francis, her anger evident. This caught the attention of the other staff nearby.


    Francis instantly became nervous and stuttered, "I''m sorry, I..."


    Another finance staff rolled their eyes. "Come on, we''re counting money here. You''re distracting her, and it''s easy to make mistakes."


    Francis awkwardly scratched his head. "I''ll keep quiet from now on!"


    However, the next moment, the previously angry beauty stared at Francis in surprise and eximed, "Are you Francis?"


    Francis was stunned, then earnestly examined the woman. "Do you know me?"


    The beauty eximed, "I''m Renee Brown, Reba''s younger sister!"


    Francis'' lips twitched slightly. "Oh, it''s you!"


    Carlisle interjected, "Do you two know each other?"


    "Yeah, he''s my sister''s high school ssmate!" Renee replied.Text content ? N?velDrama.Org.


    Renee started blushing after scrutinizing Francis. "Francis, you''ve be quite sturdy after serving in the army.


    Before Francis could respond, she regained herposure and questioned him with a serious expression, "When did you retire? Why didn''t youe to see my sister?"


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    Francis hung his head and smiled bitterly. "Your sister is married now. I didn''t want to disturb her life..."


    Renee took a deep breath and said, "It seems she didn''t tell you anything."


    Francis looked up at Renee, his gaze sharp.


    With her eyes slightly red, Renee choked out, "My sister has been gone for four years now..."


    Francis'' eyes widened, his emotions uncontroble as he grabbed Renee''s shoulders. His voice was hoarse. "What? Say that again?"


    Tears streaming down her face, Renee exined, "My sister was diagnosed with lymphoma in her junior year, and she passed away the following summer."


    Francis was stunned, his eyes bloodshot, trembling as he muttered, "How could this happen? Why... Why didn''t she tell me?"


    At this moment, the finance supervisor frowned and said, "Renee, it''s working hours now. Can''t you catch upter after work?"


    Renee wiped away her tea and went back to work.


    Carlisle silently counted the money, not saying anything, either. Over a thousand employees were waiting to receive their sries and go home.


    Although he didn''t know Francis''


    story, he could guess the generah idea. Francis beloved had passed away, and he didn''t even know until now.


    Carlisle had seen simr plots in TV shows and novels: one person hides a terminal illness from their loved one, while the other leaves for a distant ce, unaware of the truth.


    Many yearster, the one kept in the dark was devastated after learning the truth.


    Such plots were melodramatic. Yet, reality often proved to be even more melodramatic than fiction.


    What happened between himself and Wanda was a perfect example. Wasn''t that also incredibly melodramatic?


    With tear streaks on his face, Francis choked up and said to Garlisle "Boss, 1. Carlisle nodded. "You should take F


    a trip back."


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