Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 126

Chapter 127

Carl pulled the car to a stop at the foot of the hill.

Stewart took Irwin's hand, and together they began their hike up the slope.

At the entrance to the cemetery, two rows of tall, lush trees-both evergreens and flowering shrubs-lined the path, their branches intertwining overhead. The shadows they cast seemed almost like silent sentinels standing guard.

In the center of a broad, solemn plaza stood a towering stone memorial, reaching up toward the sky.

Stewart paused with Irwin in front of the monument and laid a wreath at its base.

The air was thick with silence.

It was Irwin's first time here, and he looked around with wide-eyed curiosity.

Stewart held his small hand tightly as they made their way up toward the graves clustered on the hillside.

Countless unnamed heroes of the modern age lay at rest here.

"Dad, who are we visiting?" Irwin asked.

"We're here to see a great hero." Stewart glanced down at him, his eyes

shadowed by a heaviness Irwin didn't quite understand.

"Like Iron Man?" Irwin pressed, hope flickering in his voice.

replied quietly, his tone solemn. "But every

Irwin's big eyes darted

simple, black headstone. No name. No

its base. He wiped away the dust with his hand

between them was heavy with

side, glancing from the headstone to Stewart. He had

son's hair. His

"Okay!"

his hands to the ground, and

he looked up at Stewart, his small face full of innocence and

him to his feet, his large hand enveloping

this hero have a

"He does."

neck to look up at him. "What is

But Stewart didn't answer.

somber, and Irwin could sense that his

the hill

this time he was smart enough to steer clear of

today's the Lantern Festival! Should we

glanced at him. "Do you want

burst out. "Mom Rosita said I was too

why she doesn't want to

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