The good mood of the three Hawthornes was completely swept away by the arrival of the Lewis father and son.
Alexander Hawthorne, in no mood for pleasantries, immediately tried to send them away.
But Miles Lewis didn't leave.
After he tried to grab Alexander Hawthorne and was shrugged off, he sank trembling to his knees. He looked up at Alexander Hawthorne with clouded eyes. "...Brother... I... I was wrong. I'm so sorry..."
Miles Lewis's voice was old and trembling. Just saying those few words seemed to sap all the strength from his body.
Seeing this, his son, Frederick Lewis, also dropped to his knees. "Uncle Hawthorne, my dad truly knows he was wrong. The doctor said he doesn't have much time left. All he wants now is your forgiveness. I'm begging you... please, just forgive him..."
