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The two gradually walked away, while Mr. Drexler remained standing in front of the tombstone, staring at Noah Drexler carrying Summer Shawcross until they disappeared from sight. Only then did he slowly turn his head back to the photo on the tombstone.
"Amber, it seems our son has good taste, just like me." Mr. Drexler showed a rare smile and suddenly spoke as if joking.
As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Drexler couldn't help but cough, spitting two mouthfuls of fresh blood onto the tombstone.
"Sir!" Mr. Leaf, standing beside him, was startled and hurriedly went over to support Mr. Drexler.
Looking at the bloodstains on the tombstone, Mr. Drexler's expression changed slightly.
"Sir, let me help you back first, then the doctor can come to check on you!" Mr. Leaf's face was full of concern.
But as soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Drexler shook his head and suddenly reached out his hand to him.
"Give me a handkerchief!"
