Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 1089

Parisa's eyes held a hidden coldness and sharpness. "Mom asked you, how long ago did he die, exactly?"

Why was she asking this suddenly?

Florence felt a chill run down her spine as Parisa's piercing gaze settled on her. Her eyes followed Parisa's previous line of sight and finally noticed the clue.

The tombstone was temporarily placed. Bryce was meticulous in his work, but the soil still showed signs of having been disturbed. Despite the grass covering it well, it wasn't enough to fool a woman as suspicious as Parisa.

Florence narrowed her eyes and quickly changed her tone, speaking with a sorrowful voice, "Mom, Uncle passed away six months ago.

A year ago, when I moved from Banyan City to Emperor City to reconnect with my father, that's when the hard times for Uncle and me began.

Later, Whitney cruelly took Uncle's life. At that time, Ludwik abandoned me and even sided with her.

I lost the only support I had, and I couldn't rely on my father.

In a rush, I collected Uncle's ashes and brought them back to Grandpa's place outside of Banyan City.

I didn't have time to give him a proper burial then, so I just buried Uncle's ashes under Grandpa's soil.

This new tombstone, I asked Mr. Lutz to make it for me, thinking that if I couldn't find Mom and ended up dying abroad, at least Uncle would have a place.

The tombstone must have been finished recently; that's why there are signs of fresh soil.

In any case... it was my mistake. I was overwhelmed at the time.

I'm sorry, Mom!"

Her explanation, cleverly woven, managed to cover the traces of the disturbed soil.

Parisa's furrowed brow didn't relax. Listening to Florence, her mind was filled with thoughts.

The predominant feeling was disbelief at how unreliable Florence seemed to be.

Her own uncle had died, and she hadn't buried him properly? A tombstone only recently put in place!

of coldness in her eyes, even pointing at the grave to question, "Are your uncle's ashes

Florence was taken aback.

she not believe her? Was she

how could I lie about this? If you don't believe me, you can have someone

off by digging up a grave

that Parisa stared at her for a long

up a grave right after returning felt wrong, no matter

doubts, Florence was still her daughter. She

ashes should have been brought

She glanced at her father's burial plot and the care given by the cemetery staff. She stood up, dissatisfied. "How can

the space next to it

words. Keegan wasn't even dead, and she couldn't care

go down to the cemetery office now and buy the adjacent plot at a high price. While I'm here today, I want to have

to stay here and oversee this?"

urn for Keegan was

in annoyance. Why did she always feel like Florence was indifferent to her

the cemetery management, buy the plot,

was clear she was unhappy with the

Parisa might cause more trouble; she just wanted to

a hint of grievance, "Mom, don't be upset. I'll go and handle it, but I'm worried

Parisa here, she might encounter someone or wander

were all Erik's men and didn't listen to

was firmly against

her

right there. Her headache was getting worse, and she was struggling to breathe, losing patience. She spoke coldly, "I'm not feeling well, Florence. You should be able to handle this!

tone was heavy and cold, and Florence could see she

was unfamiliar with the area, unlikely to leave, and

your calming medicine, Mom. Let Erik help you sit down and rest for a while. I'll be

I'll have a hard time finding you!" "Okay." Parisa clutched her chest, breathing heavily, her brows tightly knit. Florence reluctantly descended the

Florence had truly left, his gaze deepened as he crouched next to Parisa. "Chairwoman, did

her headache and chest pain genuine, her face alarmingly pale. She

was shaky as she focused on the tombstone, a frown on her face. "Just now, while I was looking at my father's tombstone, my mind was splitting with pain, and I saw flashes of many scenes that I've never remembered before! There was a place, a villa, very vivid, and