Chapter 503


    Chapter 503


    Kevan went home and look a shower. After charging his clothes, he drove to the cemetery.


    Rnd had made it clear a long time ago that when he passed away, he wanted to be buried alongside


    his wille, Jennifer Rogers. He didn’t want her to be buried all alone, it was just too lonely.


    His wife’s grave was located on Paradise Hil, on the outskirts of Bartham


    Paradise Hill Cemetery was thergest public cemetery in Bartham, with a beautiful view of Denver


    Lake to the north.


    At the loot of Paradise HILL there was a pict cl lend with the best view of theke.


    The area was fully enclosed and designated as an upscale burial ground, cosling wel over ten


    thousand dors per square loot.


    There were security guards manning the entrance, and some of them patrolled arcund the grounds


    regrly.


    Apart from rtives of the deceased, no one else could enter thase grounds.


    Every year, or the anniversary of Jennifer’s death, Keven would apany Rnd to the cemetery to


    visit her grave.


    Kevan could make his way to her grave even with his eyes closed.


    Regardless, to put on a convincing act of his amnesia. Kevan called Violet at the entrance of the


    cemetery. “I’m at Paradise Hill Cemetery. Which area is Grandpa buried?”


    At the other end of the cal Kevan could hear solemn and mournful music ying.


    It seemed that the burial ceremony was still ongoing.


    Violet whispered, “Come to Denver Gardens in the northem section. When you arrive, as the security


    guard to show you the way. They will tell you how to get here.”


    Walking around the foot of the hill, he amved at Denver Gardens in the north.


    The guards at Denver Gardens were the same, even after many years, so they recognized Kevan


    immediately.


    When Krvan as sed for directions, the guard was surprised. “Isn’t Old Mr. Rogers buried alongside OldThis is from N?velDrama.Org.


    Mrs. Rogers?


    “Yes, but I don’t remember,” Kevan exined simply.


    The guard’s eyes widened with surprise, but he relented.


    Although he was buming with curiosity, they weren’t acquainted well enough that he could chat casually


    with Kewan.


    “Go straight ahead and turn left.”


    Following his directions, Kevan arrived at Rnd’s grave without much trouble.


    From a distance, he could almady see arge group of people.


    They were standing in rows with their heads lowered in front of Rnd and Jennifer’s grave.


    On one side, the hired pianist was ying a somber, ssical melody.


    Kevan kept a safe distance and watched the ceremony for a while to suppress the overwhelming


    sadness within him.


    Once he managed to get his emotions under control, he strode up to the crowd.


    Rnd’s burial ceremony today was limited to close rtives of the Rogersmly as the cemetery was


    closed off to unrted individuals.


    Kevan hardly interacted with other members of the Rogers family. If his two uncles did not provoke him


    he wouldn’t even care to deal with


    them.


    Therefore, among the people present, he didn’t know anyone else except for his parents and his two


    unclesmilies.


    On the other hand, the other members of the Rogersmily knew who Kevan was.


    The moment he appeared, it caused a smallmotion as everyone’s attention was drawn to him.


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    Violel’s eyes were swollen from crying, and there were streaks of welness on her cheeks.


    She grasped Kevan’s hand lightly as tears welled up in her eyes again.


    Kevan cripped her hand as well and gave her aforting look


    Before them, some of the cemetery’s staff were recing the old tombstone with a new one that had


    Rnd and Jennifer’s names


    engraved.


    At that moment, Bernard came over and questioned Kevan stemnly. “You knew that it was the day for


    your grandfather’s burial, why did you arrivete to the ceremony? Don’t you held any regard for Old


    Mr. Rogers?”


    Kevan did not answer his question directly.


    Pointing toward the tombstone, he replied with a frown, “Uncle Bemard, if you have something to say,


    can’t you wait until we leave? Grandpa and Grandma are watching us right now. It’s inappropriate for


    you to lose your temper here.”


    “What do you mean inappropriate? Beard raised his voice, even overpowering the no music. “I want


    your grandfather to see for


    himself what an ingrate his favorite grandson turned out to be