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 cry and they laugh. Like kids

about the little girl he bumped into at the airport

to her. If that's what you mean by being a

his attention to the tombstones to search for the

declaration, Josephine decided

lot

"674," Jay stated.

such an unlucky number?" (TN: 674 sounds like go and die in Mandarin.) Josephine had not realized it, but Jay's tall figure

around

'674?

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her own death. Did she pull off

Jay found the tombstone with the lot number 674 and read the name that was carved, he was completely

was played for a fool

tombstone read, "Here

could it be

out a yelp when she came over and read the name

my gosh!

could not wrap

lady hailing from a respectable family, while Rose was

complete polar opposites

Angeline's tomb, then where's Rose buried?"

"So, she's not dead yet,

she will

sure of it when he got his

stared around the cemetery for a while. His gaze looked

a long moment, he eventually got up and

to the car, he gave a call to his

a way to get patient Harper's family to transfer her to Grand Asia

the phone, his assistant,