Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss! by Nora Hoover

Chapter 251 Father’s Letter

Sadie looked up on her smartphone's GPS and found the cemetery was over 40 miles away.

"You're going to visit your father? It's not his death anniversary. Something wrong?" Brenda's face grew solemn.

"No big deal. I just miss Dad and want to visit," Sadie replied, a bit wistful. "A lot has happened lately. My thoughts are all scrambled. Maybe seeing him will give me some clarity." "That's a good idea," Brenda replied with teary eyes. "Send him my regards."

Sadie purchased calla lilies, her father's favorite, and took a cab to Autumn Hills Cemetery. As night fell, a light drizzle chilled the air. Arriving at her father's grave, Sadie looked at his photo etched on the tombstone, feeling a pang of heartache In Sadie's memories, Edmond was always warm and approachable, radiating kindness. He conducted his affairs with honesty and never got involved in any scandals. He was always generous and preferred to be owed than to owe. He was known by everyone who knew him as a good-hearted and just man. However, such a virtuous person was inexplicably taken from this world...

Now, he was lying there all by himself, exposed to the harsh elements. Sadie's heart felt like tumultuous waves were tossing it.

bowed deeply as if to speak to him one last time, and then made her way

father's safety deposit box, Sadie used her mother's birthday as the code, a spark of genius from the past. It clicked open, revealing the familiar mahogany box a little piece of her father in the otherwise sterile room. Sadie held the mahogany box in her hands, She was overwhelmed with emotions-a flood of memories about her father began to wash over her, each one a bittersweet touch to her

deep breath to steady herself, gently pulled the box from its secure place,

recognized the handwriting immediately-her father's neat and stylish handwriting was as honorable and humble as he had been. Yet, the hurried strokes betrayed an urgency no

if he had known the end was near

word was laden with love, worry, and

as she

for me. I'll be watching over you from heaven, hoping my Say-Say

resentments. If blame must be assigned, let it be on my own inadequacies. I gave it my all, claimed

that haunts me is not being able to find your mother, not being able to apologize to her in

you ever have the chance to see her, please tell her that I loved her, that she was my one true love in this lifetime and if there's an afterlife, I wish to be with her again, hoping for another chance. "Sadly...