Thea Lynch's words directly blocked what Mr. Cheney was about to say.
Mr. Cheney stared at her with a dazed look for a moment, before letting out a long sigh.
"It's not that I'm blaming you, Thea. It's just... I'm so worried about your fourth brother now..."
Thea wasn't good at comforting people, fortunately, Julian Zimmerman was there.
After calming the old man, Thea spoke slowly, "Actually, my fourth brother has his own plans."
She had promised her aunt not to interfere just this afternoon, though Thea understood the reasoning, she couldn't help but speak up in moments like this.
"I know, I know." Mr. Cheney gazed at the ceiling, seeming sorrowful. "I don't want to pressure him like this either."
"But ever since I fell a few years back, my health has been getting worse every day. You don't need to comfort me; I know my body the best."
"I feel like I'm just holding on. My only wish is to see Silas get married, for him to be alright."
