A notification suddenly popped up on his phone, informing him that his ex-wife had passed away. Rather than feeling sorrow, his first thought was of Guest. Fearing that an 18-year-old would be sitting all alone in that grim funeral hall, he hurried his steps.

Upon arriving and stepping inside, he saw a boy lying in front of his wife's funeral portrait. He recognized him instantly. It was his son.

He approached quietly and observed; beyond just looking like him, the boy seemed to have fallen asleep from sheer exhaustion after crying. He heard that the boy hadn't slept for two days. He wrapped his coat around Guest, picked him up, sat him on his lap, and let the boy lean against him naturally. He's still just a child of eighteen.

..I'm sorry..