In the car, Warren could feel Natalie's fierce gaze burning into him. He forced a smile."Nat, I know you're upset. You're angry, but we have to be there for Ruby. Try not to look so grim. Okay,He reached over, his thumb brushing the tense lines on her forehead as he gently turned her head away. He sighed inwardly when he saw her fists clenched, white-knuckled in her lap. She was still fighting him, still seething. But as long as it didn't show on her face, it would be fine.After reaching the Knight Estate, Warren parked the car, got a wheelchair from the trunk, and carefully lifted Natalie into it. As they moved toward the memorial hall, people greeted them, offering their condolences to Natalie. Each time, Warren would let out a soft, mournful sigh."Nat is just so torn up. She doesn't have any strength left.""Oh, my dear wife."The others immediately chimed in."Mrs. Anderson, if Mrs. Knight were here, she wouldn't want to see you hurting like this. Please take care of yourself."
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