Kira's face fell.

Horace sighed, watching her reaction. “We aren't young anymore, Kira. One day, we'll be gone. Our children are grown, and it's time for us to find peace. If you stir up trouble, it won't just affect us. It'll also bring shame to our children..."

"No! I can't accept this!" Tears streamed down Kira's face as she looked at Horace with despair. "I can't accept it! That night, I knew you loved me, Horace! I've spent decades enduring this pain, living for others. My time is running out, and I want to live for myself! I can't bear it any longer!"

Kira took out a jade token from her pocket. It was a delicate white jade, but the carving was quite simple, which didn't match its inherent value.

She caressed it with an affectionate look. "Horace, do you remember this? It's been so many years, but I still keep it."