Chapter 765


    hapter 765


    Taya stared at Griffon’ unparalleled handsome face, and after


    a few seconds of hesitation, she took the initiative to wrap her arms around his neck to please him.


    “Griffon, can I call Amon?”


    “No.”


    Being rejected coldly by him, Taya’s face fell, “Why?”


    Griffon took her chin in one hand and said forcefully, “From


    now on, you are not allowed to see Amon, talk to him, or


    contact him.”


    Then how could she tell Amon that her sister had never


    betrayed him and that Grace was his biological daughter?


    As she scrunched up her little face, Griffon reached out with long fingers, picked up the phone and


    made a call.


    Taya nced at the numbers disyed above andpared


    them with those on the document, and the corners of her lips.


    slowly quirked up.


    He would rather call Amon himself than let her call. This man


    was really always jealous of the men she was connected with.


    Griffon dialed twice, but Amon did not answer, so he did not bother to call again, edited the two


    documents into a text message and sent it to Amon.


    Then he put down the phone and looked up at Taya, “The information has been sent to him, you should


    not interfere in matters about him!”


    Seeing that he was very concerned about Amon, Taya obediently agreed, but she was very uneasy and


    felt that things were far from simple.


    Seeing her look of unease, Griffon’ heart softened and he couldn’t help but ask, “Are you okay?”


    Taya lowered her head, not daring to say more, but Griffon lifted her chin again and made her look at


    him. “Worried


    about Amon?” He asked.


    Taya quickly denied, “I’m not worried about him, I’m just… how should I say…”


    She raised her hand and touched the location of her wolf


    spirit, “This is my sister’s wolf spirit, and it seems to be feeling


    uneasy for Amon.”


    When Griffon looked at her heart, his eyes were filled with


    He did not want to bother with Amon anymore, but…


    “Forget it, if Rosalie had not put her wolf spirit in Taya’s


    body, I’d probably be the one going crazy right now.” Griffon thought.


    He then picked up his phone and dialed Zack’s number, “Take someone to the cemetery.”


    Zach, who was elsewhere investigating the truth about Simon. Knight’ death, received the order and


    hurriedly replied, “Alpha, I’m in Quezon City, I’ll be right back.”


    Griffon frowned, it took four hours to rush from Quezon City


    to Arcadia.


    He looked at Taya, thought for a moment, and made a decisive decision, “Forget it, I’ll go in person.”


    Seeing him put her down and get up to leave, Taya hurriedly grabbed his hand, “I want to go with you.”


    Griffon raised his fingers and fondled her hair, “Wait for me at


    home.”


    At the cemetery, before George led Grace down the hill, he looked back at the man standing in front of


    the grave.


    “Amon, the result of your and Grace’s DNA test came back. I’ll take Grace to the hospital to get it.


    Remember not to stay here too long.”


    Amon in front of the tomb did not even look back, he just lowered his eyes and looked at the solitary


    grave.


    After the sun went down, the dim light shone on him through the dappled branches, making him even


    more lonely.


    The cold wind was blowing, it slowly seeped into his coat and prated his thin clothes, but he did not


    feel the cold at all.


    He stood by the grave like a statue, remaining there for a long time. His face was full of gloom,


    shrouded in darkness and


    destion.


    “Rosalie, I did the test again. If she is not my daughter, then even if I die, I will not forgive you.”


    He reached out and touched the headstone. He paused for a


    few seconds as his fingers slid to the photo on it.


    “She has regained her identity and this photo should be


    reced with yours…”


    pocket.


    The person on the photo, wearing a red dress, basked in the sunshine and gazed into the distance at


    the scenery.


    When she took photos, she liked to pose like this because she had always been looking for freedom


    throughout her life.


    Amon stroked the photo, curled the corners of his lips and snorted casually, “Brrr, freedom…”


    Freedom to turn into a handful of ashes, lying in a cold, dark grave, is that the freedom she wants?


    It’s ridiculous.


    When Amon sneered at Rosalie coldly, there was a sound of footsteps behind him…


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