Sir Ares, Goodnight

After half an hour.

The Rolls-Royce parked at the entrance of Mountain's Fork Cemetery.-

Through the car window, Josephine read the three big words, Mountain's Fork Cemetery, and her delicate face turned pale.

The reason for her trip home was to visit her seriously ill grandmother. Unless Grandma had...

"Is Grandma here?" Josephine gasped.

"Rose is." Jay corrected her.

"Rose? Rose is buried here?"

Josephine breathed a sigh of relief. Then, she asked quizzically, "It's not the Qingming Festival, so why are we here?" (TN: Chinese families visit the tombs of their ancestors during Qingming Festival to clean the gravesites, pray to their ancestors, and make ritual offerings.)

Josephine suddenly squealed with excitement, "You still have feelings for Rose, I knew it! I mean, what else could explain that crazy genius baby Jenson?"

Jay was already taking long strides toward the high steps. Large cypress pine trees were planted on both sides of the stairs.

At Josephine's words, he came to a stop. He sighed dispiritedly, "Jenson was an accident. He was not a result of love!"

Josephine smacked her lips and said thoughtfully," Why don't you have more accidents, then? Since your genes are so great, seems a waste to not utilize them more often."

"Not every child will have Jenson's good fortune of not inheriting his mother's inferior genes." When Jenson's name was brought up, a trace of warmth appeared on Jay's cold, handsome face.

His son, Jenson, not only physically resembled his father, but he also inherited his talented genes.

At the age of five, the kid was already a world-class hacker.

Although Josephine was fond of her nephew, she could never get used to Jay's arrogance and narcissistic attitude.

Therefore, she was more than happy to pull the rug from under his feet. "Yeah, he inherited all your good traits but he also caught your bad ones. Mother said he was even more haughty and untalkative than you were when you were a child. For a while, she was worried that he might have autism."

"How about you talk less?" Jay snapped. He never felt that his son had any problems.

"Have you never met kids before? They

thought about the little

was cute, there was nothing else to her. If that's what you mean by

the tombstones to search for

declaration, Josephine decided to

is Rose's tombstone lot number?"

"674," Jay stated.

was really unlucky, huh. Row'd she even get such an unlucky number?" (TN: 674 sounds like go and die in Mandarin.) Josephine had not realized it, but Jay's tall figure had come to a halt. It seemed like

temperature of the air around him seemed

'674?

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a coincidence, then that must mean that b* tch Rose faked her own death. Did she pull off this classic ruse of misdirection to sway

674 and read the name that was carved,

played for a

tombstone read, "Here lies Angeline

could it be

instinctively let out a yelp when she came over and read the name

my gosh!

the tombstone. He could not wrap his head around how

educated young lady hailing from a respectable family, while Rose was a

could the two complete polar opposites

lot 674 is Angeline's tomb, then where's

she's not dead

will be

would personally make sure of it when

the cemetery for a while. His

he eventually got up and

returned to the car, he gave a call to

family to

his