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.

it was such a simple sentence, it made her inexplicably

she didn’t have to worry about anything with him around.

*

Jonathan out of the rented house

car stopped again, they were in a famous cemetery in

layout. As a result, even with enough money, purchasing a burial plot here was

of the empty graves. Several people dressed in cemetery workwear were waiting, as

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

prepared

her couldn’t do these right away,

will be buried here. If you feel

plot he chose for her mother was a separate place in

the rows of tombs were like apartments, whereas

of trees. Several feet from the front of the tomb, there were even stone tables

said, “Put your mother’s ashes

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

of the cemetery handed over

a

to seal it.

it was exorbitant. Even if it

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been

years with the

• misfortune, she might not

fees. Ms. Leighton, you

knew that she owed Jonathan another

her lip slightly and signed her name with a pen. After all, this was not the time to worry about her last bit of pride. When the cemetery staff and workers left, Jonathan asked Carlos to take out the candles, fruits, and food for the memorial. “You haven’t paid your