I searched my memory but could not remember any such person. Who could he be? As far as I could remember, my Grandma did not have a friend like this.

Out of curiosity, I could not help stepping forward. “Hello!”

The man paused for a moment and turned around to look at me sharply.

His elegant handsome features seemed aloof as he cast me a glance. Without a word, he turned around, ready to leave.

Noticing the white chrysanthemums and offerings in front of the tombstone, I couldn’t help looking in the man’s direction, asking, “Mister, you are…?”

The man turned around and cast me a glance, saying, “Just a passer-by!”

After this short phrase, he said no more.

Watching him walk away, I could not help being curious. When did my Grandma make friends with someone like this?

Leading Summer to pay respects and bid goodbyes, I set aside those thoughts. Macy’s grave was the newest. After five years, there were no weeds or damages. It looked brand new.

I could not understand Jared. Perhaps, he had never loved Naomi or Macy. To him, they were just passers-by and his feelings for them are just guilt.

Neither of them was around anymore nor so all that was left was a heart filled with remorse.

If both of them were still alive, I’m afraid he would still be cold and indifferent to them as if they were just strangers.

expression again. His car was parked in front of the cemetery, it was a black

arrived with Summer, he cast us a nonchalant glance and put on his sunglasses. Then he

car, Joseph told me, “Mrs. Fuller, Mr. Fuller instructed me to book the air ticket

“Alright!” It was already booked.

when there was suddenly a screeching sound of braking. It was so loud that

car stopped abruptly and Summer fell into my arms. Joseph calmed himself and looked with narrowed eyes at the black car in front of

to my senses as two men alighted the black car with wrenches in their hands, obviously

windscreen was

driver’s side crashed down even as Joseph cried,

men pulled him out, tying his hands and shoving him

I got out my

was pulled open and two big and burly men stood there, expressionless, looking at me. “Ms.

Summer lest she be traumatized, I said calmly, “What do you

need half an hour of your time!” The two men

came down from the car and looked at the two men as

good thing that they wasted no words but

cool and clear voice was heard. It was almost devoid of emotion but the

of the voice. It was the man we

who the hell are you? It’s none of your business.” The two men burst out in anger and spoke

before. “This is broad daylight. Please

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