He remembered, there was another place, a small hill where his mother often took him.

That was his father's tomb, the place where his father was buried.

Crossing the deep woods, treading on the only path, Arnold Ray mustered all his strength and finally reached the peak.

The shadow of a person, obliquely reaching, there was someone on the top of the hill...

A noble and elegant beautiful young woman, with soft waves of black hair, gentle eyes, holding the hand of a blonde little girl in a white dress, stood in front of a tombstone.

Behind the two of them stood a silent maid, holding an umbrella to shield them from the sun.

Familiar people...

Familiar scent...

"Mother... Lisa... is that you?" Arnold Ray's eyes widened, his pupils began to dilate, and joy and hope were revealed in his blood-coloured irises.

Upon hearing the shout, the young woman's body visibly shuddered and turned around in surprise. Her eyes, too, widened with shock.

The maid turned her head, squinted her eyes, her expression inexplicable.

But the blonde little girl had an innocent and radiant expression, albeit showing an uncontrollable look of disgust at the sight of homeless-looking Arnold Ray.

"You..." The young woman frowned, whispering in fear.

"It's me... Mother, don't you remember me?" Arnold Ray took step after step closer, tears uncontrollably flowing down, surging, and instantly covering his face with tears.

"Swoosh!"

However, the mother Arnold Ray had long sought out greeted him with a left hook to his face.

With a dull thud, he fell to the ground, taken completely by surprise. Or perhaps he just couldn't imagine his own mother treating him that way? So this punch was solid, and his frail body was immediately knocked to the ground.

"You're not my son!"

The rough, harsh, and even somewhat incoherent voice made Arnold Ray feel stiff. He didn't know why, but his heart stopped... Doubt and confusion filled his heart.

"I have no son! I have no child who kills like hell! Red-eyed devil! Get out of here! Disappear from my sight immediately! I'm no longer Mrs. Ray, I'm now Mrs. Sherman! I'm the wife of Congressman Sherman!"

And then the heart-wrenching pain, heartbreaking, clearly wanting to scream but unable to make a sound.

The reason is simple, because he instantly understood the meaning of his mother's punch. She, like everyone else, does not forgive him for being a war executioner, even if he is her son.

Word by word, like a knife stabbing into Arnold Ray's body, hitting the depths of his soul, the demon of despair started to erode his body.

After speaking, the young woman hurriedly stepped over Arnold Ray's body like avoiding plague, pulling her daughter away from the hill.

But the maid who witnessed all this stopped, looked down on the tramp lying on the ground like a dead dog, and took something out of her bosom, squat down, and stuffed it into Arnold Ray's hand.

"Young master, times have changed... The lady has her own difficulties, here's some money, and a note, with an address on it. When you get to that place, show the note to the people there and they'll take care of you."

Then, the nameless maid slowly turned around, hurried to catch up with her mistress, and left the hill.

However, at this moment, Arnold Ray's heart was already dead, and he continued to lie there without moving.