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

not be doing what I think

suspicion. Whatever he set out to do seemed to fall into place effortlessly, a stark contrast to the difficulties he’d faced during earlier investigations.

The list seemed explicitly tailored for him, and every person he approached acted as if they were expecting him–none of them seemed

his mind, he told himself that if Bowen had truly done something, he would have come to the cemetery to apologize to his

face, Alvin followed Bowen inside. So preoccupied was Bowen that he didn’t even realize he was

one had ever seen before. His back, usually so straight, gradually bent as

spot him, but close enough that he could still catch bits of what Bowen was saying. ‘Uncle

opposite sides with

this,” Bowen said. “I promised I’d take care 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, but he also manipulated events behind the

his life, and he found himself unable to choose between them. The thought of either of

me, then… When the time comes, I’ll