The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 200

“According to our investigation, after Ms. Leighton’s father took out her mother’s urn, he paid the rent here for three months. Apart from his brief visit on the first day, he never came here again.” Carlos continued, “At the same time, Ms. Leighton’s father hasn’t contacted any cemetery and gone through any formalities to buy a grave.”

Rosalie lowered her head and stared at the urn in front of her.

She thought, ‘Father… He never intended to relocate my mother’s grave from the beginning. What he did was merely to threaten me with this.

He would have likely thrown this urn back at me once he had made enough money from me.

That way, he could save the money needed to buy a grave!

If my mother knew the man she had loved treated her like this after she died, I wonder how she would feel.

He even wants to use a dead person! Hah!’

At this moment, Rosalie felt it was ridiculous and pathetic.

Her nose began to tingle, but her tears didn’t fall this time. Perhaps because she had previously cried too much, she had no tears left at this point.

“Thank you,” Rosalie said, looking up at Jonathan. Without him, she wouldn’t have found her mother’s ashes.

“If you really want to thank me, you might as well thank me all at once later,” Jonathan said and turned to look at Carlos. “Have you arranged everything?”

“Yes. Everything’s ready,” Carlos replied.

Hence, Jonathan said to Rosalie, “Bring your mother’s ashes. The first thing you should do now is lay her to rest, right?”

She was stunned and looked at him in a daze.

“Let’s go. I have arranged everything,” he said.

was such a simple sentence, it made

was as if she didn’t have to worry about anything

*

out of the rented house

stopped again, they were in a famous cemetery in Strico.

location, easily accessed, and had a well-designed layout. As a result, even with enough

one of the empty graves. Several people dressed in cemetery workwear were waiting, as were several others who appeared to be staff.

looked at the tombstone set up in front of the grave. Her mother’s name was on it, while her name was written

had prepared all

these right away,

will be buried here. If you feel unsatisfied with this place, you can choose another place,”

mother was a separate place in the cemetery, not alongside others’ tombs in a

of tombs were like apartments, whereas the grave he chose was like a

small, independent space surrounded by a row of trees. Several feet from the front of the

said, “Put your mother’s

specially used to hold the ashes at the front of the tombstone. Then, those workers covered it with a slate and

over a

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to seal

the cost and saw that it was exorbitant.

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been

years with

• her misfortune, she

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owed

of pride. When the cemetery staff and workers left, Jonathan asked Carlos to take out the candles, fruits, and