"Mr. Kallen, please forgive me for taking the liberty."
Mrs. Lake stood before Kallen in a black gauze dress and bowed in apology.
She had arranged for her husband's memorial service to be held together with Dinkum's funeral.
"No, you made a good arrangement, ma'am. Dinkum was part of this Funeral Society too, and he died protecting this place."
Before he died, Dinkum had probably mistaken the assassin for Kallen, and with his strength, he could not possibly have posed any threat to the assassin. But as an employee here, he had stood on the front line, and his death had also bought time for Puer and the others in the backyard. So he had indeed protected this Funeral Society.
"Thank you for understanding." Mrs. Lake straightened and smiled. "You've only just returned. You must be tired. Would you like to rest first?"
"No need."
"Well..." Mrs. Lake hesitated.
"Ma'am, you can speak freely."
"It's like this. Yesterday, Mr. Alfred proposed settling me, Dora, and Doreen somewhere safe."
"Oh?"
"Mr. Alfred didn't tell you?" Mrs. Lake immediately realized something. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to report to you behind his back."
"No, it's fine. I wouldn't think of it that way. I've been away these past few days and haven't been in touch with Alfred."
"I see. Well, Mr. Kallen, I agree with the plan. I feel that my daughters and I have already been under your care for too long. We can't help you and will only become a burden, so I think we should move out and live separately."
"All right." Kallen nodded. "I'll have Puer visit you regularly to check on Dora and Doreen's health."
"Thank you. Thank you, Mr. Kallen."
Kallen did not ask Mrs. Lake to stay, though he had grown used to the adorable