The Queen They Buried

Chapter 448

“Yeah, Uncle Bowen, thanks for taking care of me all these years. If Mom and Dad were still here. I bet they’d be delighted too, right?” Alvin said, giving a rare, genuine smile

Bowen froze for a second, then quickly looked away, a deep–seated guilt flickering in his eyes.

That night, Aubree returned to Ellis Heights with Bowen In the middle of the night, after Aubree had fallen into a deep sleep. Bowers sat up beside her. He turned to look at her serene face and gently brushed his fingers against her cheek. “I’ve let Alvin down, but I don’t regret it. I just can’t be sure how he would react if he ever found out the truth,” he muttered

Bowen got up, changed into a different outfit, and drove away alone, heading towards the cemetery.

At the entrance of the cemetery, Bowen walked in, dressed in black. Not far away, concealed from sight, a black car was parked. The car door opened, and a tall, slender man wearing a baseball cap stepped out. He lifted his head slightly, revealing a well–defined jawline–it was Alvin

Bowen, you better not be doing what I think you are, Alvin

he set out to do seemed to fall into place

him, and every person he approached acted as if they were expecting him–none of them seemed

see if Bowen would show any sign of guilt. In his mind, he told himself that if Bowen had truly done something,

inside. So preoccupied was Bowen that he didn’t even realize

face bore a seriousness that no one had ever seen before. His back, usually so straight,

spot him, but close enough that he could still catch bits of what Bowen was saying. ‘Uncle Bowen, please don’t let things

want to end up on opposite sides with

of Alvin, but I kept something from him–something that’s been weighing on his mind all these years.” Not only did he conceal the truth,

he found himself unable to choose between them. The thought of either of them getting hurt was unbearable. All he could do was strive to prevent any potential

then… When the time comes, I’ll seek forgiveness,”