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.

grave, bowed deeply as if to speak to him one last time, and then made her way to the mausoleum's storage area

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

took a deep breath to steady herself, gently pulled the box from its secure place, and unlocked it. Inside, there was an envelope, a photo album, and a silver

opened the envelope with trembling hands. She recognized the handwriting immediately-her father's neat and stylish handwriting was as honorable and humble as he had been. Yet, the hurried strokes

the haste in which he had written the letter. It was as if he had known the end was near and there was no turning back, committing his final thoughts to paper for his daughter

love, worry, and the difficulty of

blurred Sadie's eyes as

be sad or grieve for

have no resentments. If blame must be assigned, let it be on my own inadequacies. I gave

able to find your mother, not being able to apologize to her in person.

in this lifetime and if there's an afterlife, I wish to be with her again, hoping for another chance. "Sadly... I don't even know if she's alive or has