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!

Florence, a hint of coldness in her eyes, even pointing at the grave to question, "Are your

Florence was taken aback.

she not believe her? Was she

father; how could I lie about this? If you

Grandpa. Starting off by

righteousness that Parisa stared at her for a long time before

after

was still her daughter. She

have

father's burial plot and the care given by the cemetery staff. She stood up, dissatisfied. "How can your uncle and grandpa be crammed into one place? You didn't

the space next to it is still

words. Keegan wasn't even dead, and she couldn't care less about Faulkner's

cool command, "Florence, go down to the cemetery office now and buy the adjacent plot at a high price. While I'm

to stay

urn for Keegan

Why did she always feel like Florence was indifferent to her

the plot, and arrange for the renovations. I'd like to spend

was clear she was unhappy with the state

Parisa might cause more trouble; she just wanted to get her

endured, accommodatingly and with a hint of grievance, "Mom, don't be upset. I'll go and handle it, but I'm worried about leaving you here alone! Can you come

here,

a few bodyguards, they were all Erik's men and didn't listen to

firmly against

furrowed her graceful

to breathe, losing patience. She spoke coldly, "I'm not

heavy and cold, and Florence could see she

with the area, unlikely to leave, and couldn't ask for directions

Mom. Let Erik help you sit down and rest for a

clutched her chest, breathing heavily,

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

looked up, her headache and chest pain genuine, her face

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 I