Chapter 852


    Chapter 852


    Someone took the urn from Taya, and put it and Amon’s urn together into the huge grave.


    Seeing with her own eyes the inscription on the headstone “Rosalie Carmine, wife of Amon Yardley”


    and a picture of the two when they were young, Taya put away the suspense in her heart and a sense


    of relief gradually appeared in her eyes.


    “Rosalie, you and Amon did not be mated wolf and she-wolf during your lifetime, but after your


    death, I hope you will have a different next life.”


    After meditating in her mind, she took the chrysanthemums Andre handed her and bent down, cing


    them in front of the headstone, with Neil and George following close behind.


    After they ced the chrysanthemums, the priest began to pray. The three of them stood in ce,


    looking at the picture on the tombstone and mourning silently with the Yardley pack.


    Grace leaned against the car window and stared at the headstone for a long time. She did not lower


    her head until the priest finished praying.


    “Actually… Strange Uncle is my father, right?”


    Hearing her speak suddenly, Griffon raised his thick eyebrows in surprise.


    “You know it?”


    He did not use a coaxing tone tofort Grace, instead, he asked her calmly.


    Experiencing the deaths of both parents and the abuse from her stepfather, Grace had grown ment ally


    mature.


    She turned her head and nodded to Griffon.


    “Strange Uncle would rather shoot himself to save me, I guessed it.”


    After she finished, she clutched the doll in her hand with some loss.


    “I promised Strange Uncle that I would study hard and stop ying with guns. But Strange Uncle did


    not keep his promise and


    went on with his life.”


    Thinking of that, Grace felt a little tightness in her chest, her nose also became sour and her tearsN?velDrama.Org ? 2024.


    rolled down uncontrobly.


    Seeing the pup crying, Griffon dropped his legs that werezily crossed together, tilted his body slightly,


    and stared at her with downcast eyes, “Are you going to see your parents?”


    With pearl-like tears streaming down her cheeks, Grace raised her little head to look at Griffon and


    said, “My aunt is afraid that someone will take me away, so she won’t let me go.”


    Griffon, in a rare moment of empathy, took out a tissue and handed it to Grace, “I’m here, no one would


    dare to take you away.”