Chapter 577

When Nora heard the news that Winston had passed, her eyes turned cold as she looked at Silas. "When is the funeral?"

Silas didn't answer immediately. Instead, he watched her closely, seeming more interested in the change in her expression.

"In forty-eight hours," he finally said, pausing briefly. "To be exact, about fortythree hours from now. Quite a bit of time had already passed by the time the