Chapter 97 The Club

The death of Susanna's father was like a stone falling into the lake. It only stirred up a little waves and disappeared in a flash.

Carson's parents comforted her, but they were not sincere. She also cried a few times, so the matter passed.

The days seemed to be at peace again.

Carson was still painting in the basement every day, while Susanna was hanging out all day, using the art exhibition as an excuse.

Her business had already been carried out. She actually had nothing...