Ronan Keating, dressed in black, held a doll in his arms, and walked step by step up the stairs.
The cemetery was very quiet, occasionally interrupted by the sound of birds, making people feel serene.
Alaric Faulkner told him that Moira Ray was buried here.
He looked at the number tags, counting them one by one, finally stopping before a tombstone.
The tombstone had nothing written on it, nor were there any photos, creating an oppressive and suffocating feeling.
There was already a bouquet of flowers in front of the tombstone, still looking fresh, suggesting someone had come to pay respects earlier.
Ronan Keating thought of his daughter, now lying coldly here, his eyes couldn’t help but turn red.
Moira Ray, once admired by Yvette Ray, was named after her admiration.
His family of three could have lived happily together, but because of his stubbornness led to today’s outcome, creating an irreparable situation.
Seeing this tombstone, Ronan Keating recalled what Claire Truman had done: he had allowed the murderer to frame his daughter, his heart suddenly felt a searing pain.
He couldn’t ask for anything; he just hoped that Yvette Ray would be happy in the future.
Ronan Keating’s lips tightened, he squatted down and placed the doll in front of the tombstone, his long fingers gently brushed over the tombstone, and he whispered in pain, "Little Moira, it’s Dad’s fault, can you forgive Dad?"
The breeze gently blew across his temples, but no one answered him.
A tear fell from the corner of Ronan Keating’s eyes, dripping onto the ground, forming a tear blossom.
He still kept talking to himself, slowly expressing his repressed feelings, pouring out the gloom he had felt for this period.
"Your mother and I used to love each other very much, but Dad didn’t know she had you, and did many hurtful things to her."
"When Dad found out the truth, you were already gone, Dad was very sad and regretful, but it’s all irrevocable."
"Little Moira, in your next life you’ll reincarnate into a good family and won’t experience the suffering you did in this life.
If you’re willing, you can come find Dad again, I’ll give you all the love in the world, and make you a happy little princess."
Ronan Keating said a lot, knowing it was futile, but he had nowhere else to vent, so he could only tell Moira Ray everything here.
After expressing all the gloom repressed in his heart, Ronan Keating felt much better.
He leaned over the tombstone and gently kissed it, as if he were hugging and kissing Moira Ray, with piety and sincerity.
Ronan Keating stood up, took one last look at the tombstone, and said in a low voice, "Little Moira, Dad is leaving now, I’ll come to see you next time."
Faulkner Family, Alaric Faulkner looked at Eleanor Sterling and said, "The servant reported that Ronan Keating went to the cemetery to pay respects, now are you satisfied?"
Eleanor Sterling snorted lightly, "It’s just false pretenses, what’s there to be happy about."
The mistakes Ronan Keating committed, just this can’t atone for, he must continue to endure.
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Eleanor Sterling smiled slyly, "By using Mrs. Keating’s illness, and getting him to sign a contract, does he dare to refuse?"
Alaric Faulkner shook his head upon hearing this, "Alright, looks like you already have a plan, then I won’t need to worry anymore."
Two days later, Eleanor Sterling found Ronan Keating and directly placed the consent form in front of him for him to sign.
Ronan Keating was taken aback, "Contract - donation consent form?"
Eleanor Sterling crossed her arms and sneered, "You didn’t make any effort for Little Moira, now she’s gone, the fellow patient she shared a room with is also waiting for a donation, I suppose you won’t refuse? Rest assured, it still needs to go through compatibility testing, it may not necessarily match."
After considering for only a few seconds, Ronan Keating picked up the pen from the table and signed his name.