Chapter 204
Chapter 204
Reason abandoned her time and time again. Grace stared at the blue and white porcin urn in her
hands, unable to control the tremors coursing through her fingers.
She handed the urn back to Eric, her lips still pressed together as she sneered and shook her head. “I
refuse to believe it. If you have the power, let hime and tell me in person!”
“Miss Grace Eric began.
“Get out!” Grace erupted, taking a step back and mming the door shut, shutting everyone outside.
She took a deep breath, trying to regain herposure and find her sanity amidst the chaos. As she
sat on the sofa, her eyesnded on a pile of post-it notes she had recently taken down.
She picked one up and examined it closely once more. She remembered the day when he had
embraced her tightly before getting into the car. At the time, she hadn’t paid much attention, but now
she realized his eyes had been slightly red”
Did he know this day woulde? Long before she left Frant City, was he already prepared for their
final meeting?
But
She had not seen his body.
She refused to believe it. The reason Neen was absent from the Cloud View Vi was because he
had followed Eric and the others to the crematorium and had just returned.
When he entered Grace’s presence, a lingering sadness clung to his face.
Grace sat on the sofa, devoid of grief or tears, her demeanor strangely indifferent.
As Neen approached her, she suddenly stood up and pped him across the face.
“Um Neen was caught off guard and stumbled backward.
He didn’t dare wipe the fresh mark on his cheek. Instead, he endured the metallic taste in his mouth
and obediently stood, facing Grace’s wrath.
“If this can bring you somefort, Miss, go ahead and hit me. me me for Mr. Fallen’s death. I’m
drowning in guilt! I’ll feel better if I die by your hands.”
Grace stared at him, noticing the profound sadness in his tears. She slowly retracted her hand and sat
back on the sofa.
“What happened?” she asked, her voice subdued.
“I was actually sent there to monitor you, Miss. But I couldn’t bring myself to do anything against you.
They wouldn’t let me go. Three days ago, they gave me an ultimatum. The warehouse” Mr. Fallen
found out, and he told me not to tell you. He said he would go in your ce.”
As Neen continued, his crying escted until he could no longer hold back. “I never expected he
would never return. Miss, I’m so sorry!”
“Did he have anyst words for me before this happened?”
Neen pondered for a moment. “No.”
Grace pressed her lips tightly, her gaze downcast, and a sense of loss enveloped her.
Neen’s heart ached for her. “It’s all my fault, Miss. Hit mel Don’t hold back, just release your pain!”
“Leave.”
“Miss”
“F uck off.”
Neen realized he couldn’t convince her otherwise and reluctantly left her alone to find sce.
The living room window was open, and a cold breeze permeated the room. Grace felt a chill on her
face.
She stared at the pile of post-it notes on the coffee table, but in her mind, she could only see Edgar’s
handsome face, his expression of feigned innocence and vulnerability.
Before, he had always been distant and indifferent.
But now, she couldn’t remember anything else except his pitiful expression. What had he been like
before?
With that thought, Grace hurriedly went to the third floor and retrieved a sealed box that had been
sitting on top of a cab in her room.
“What about the group photo? The wedding photo! It should be here!” she eximed, frantically
searching through the belongings on the floor. Finally, she found the wedding photo hidden beneath the
box. In the picture, she was the only one smiling.
She realized that when she had decided to seck revenge on the Fallen family, she had cut off a
significant part of Edgar from herself. Her knuckles turned white as she opened the photo album on her
phone, her hands trembling.
To her dismay, she discovered that there wasn’t a single photo of the man she had been married to for
three years and loved for six years. All that remained was a recording.
She clicked to y it.
A maic yet deep voice resonated from the phone, “I promise that after this year’s employment
contract expires, I will vanish from your world forever.”
Grace sank to the end of the bed, her strength waning as she slid to the ground, tears welling up in her
eyes. Before even a year had passed, he had disappeared without a trace. She hadn’t even had the
chance to bid him farewell
The night stretched on endlessly. Grace stayed up, her gaze fixated on the window. Her eyes were dry,
reddened, and swollen.
“Knock, knock.”
There was a knock on the door.
She wiped away her tears andposed herself as she asked as calmly as possible, “What is it?”
It was Fifteen standing outside.
“Miss, Eric has already brought Mr. Fallen’s ashes back to the old mansion. The date for Mr. Fallen’s
burial has been set. It will be on the fourth day of November.”
Grace furrowed her brow.
November fourth?
Only three days away so soon?
Patric and Eric assisted Yvonne in organizing Edgar’s funeral. Upon Patric’s return to Frant City, he had
heard the news.
Knowing that Edgar had sacrificed his life for Grace, Patric felt an immense unease. Understanding
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that his sister couldn’t ept this oue, he took the initiative to help her and alleviate her guilt.
When Patric took charge, no media outlets dared to report on Edgar’s death, and those within the
influential circles refrained from discussing it. They let him rest in peace.
For the past three days, the weather in Frant City had been dismal. Rain fell persistently, and biting
wind seemed capable of freezing anyone in its path.
On the day of the funeral, thunder rumbled, casting a gloomy atmosphere over the city. Torrential rain
poured mercilessly, enveloping the entire area in darkness,
ck umbres dotted thendscape in front of the cemetery.
Few people attended. Only the rtives of the Fallen family and a few close business partners came
forward to pay their respects.
Yvonne clung to the urn containing her son’s ashes, her wails echoing through the air. Her tears had
nearly run dry over the past three days.
Mia, too, couldn’t shed any more tears. She repeatedly called cut to her brother, her voice heavy with
sorrow.
The air was heavy with grief.
Under a tree outside the cemetery, Grace stood, d in a ck dress with no makeup. Rain soaked
her entire being as she observed the somber scene unfolding before her.
Several bodyguards stepped forward to mourn Edgar.
Grace, without an umbre, stood under the tree despite the pouring rain, her body drenched and
shivering from the cold.
Observing Grace’s plight, Patric, who had been keeping a watchful eye on her, approached her with his
ck umbre.
Concerned, he reached out to cover her with his suit jacket. However, Grace halted his gesture,
refusing to ept the warmth he offered.
“Girl, he’s already gone. Why are you torturing yourself like this? If you continue in this manner, you’llN?velDrama.Org holds this content.
only fall ill. Can you please be obedient? If he were still here, he wouldn’t want to see you burdened
with guilt,” Patric pleaded, his voice filled with genuine worry.
At hisst words, Grace reluctantly let go, allowing Patric to wrap his jacket tightly around her. He
gently brushed the wet strands of hair from her face, sighing softly,
“He will be buried soon. Do you want to say your final words to him?” he asked, his eyes full of
compassion.
Grace’s gaze dropped, but she remained silent, unsure of what to say or whether she should even step
forward.
Inside the crery, the burial ceremony for Edgarmenced.
Suddenly, awyer in a suit appeared and handed two envelopes containing Edgar’s final words to
Yvonne
“Mrs. Fallen, these are Mr. Fallen’s instructions for you on the day of his bul. I hope you open them
immediately and read them alone, thewyer exined, his voice respectful.
Yvonne, still tearful and visibly shaken, took the envelopes with trembling hands.
She opened the first letter.
As she read its contents, her grief gradually transformed into a frozen disbelief.