Chapter 638


    Which mother didn’t love her daughter?


    Be was no exception.


    But, wounded by her past, Be''s protective instincts for Dorothy had reached an obsessive level- a


    love so fierce she would rather perish than see her daughter trapped in a loveless marriage, fearing


    that Dorothy would end up in a situation simr to her own. How could this not be love?


    It was just that Be wasn''t one to mince words.


    Every time she spoke, it seemed like scolding was the only way to make her daughter learn and


    truly understand.


    "Mom, do you get lonely down there all by yourself?"


    Dorothy ran her fingers over the gravestone, tears welling up in her eyes. "Don''t worry, I''ll ensure


    the one responsible for your death joins you soon. I''ve thought it over – if justice prevails, I can


    forgive myself, move on, and start anew. But if not, I... I have another path to take."


    In any case, those who had wronged her mother would not get away with it!


    Determination and resolution shone in Dorothy''s eyes.


    Be not only gave birth to Dorothy but also raised her. There was no way Dorothy would let the


    sins be buried and allow the culprits to gloat over their deeds!


    Keh had been waiting quietly at the cemetery’s edge.


    The groundskeepers all knew him, waving as they passed, "Mr. Nelson, visiting your mother-inw


    again, I see!"


    He''d respond with a smile, offering no exnations or denials.


    After a long wait, he saw Dorothy descending from the hill.


    "Are your legs numb?"


    He noticed Dorothy was walking a bit awkwardly.


    She nodded, "Yeah, I talked with my mom a bit too long, forgot to shift my stance."


    "Let me help you so you don’t fall."


    The cemetery was atop a hill, and the path down was always a slope.


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    Dorothy initially waved off the offer, but after a few steps, she twisted her ankle.


    "Should I carry you?"


    "No, no need," Dorothy shook her head but, for safety''s sake, she epted his arm for support.


    As they walked down, they encountered others who recognized Keh and waved.


    "Do you know everyone here?" Dorothy asked.


    "Well, I''m here often. If a storm hits and it pours too hard to leave, they let me wait it out in the


    cemetery office. Got to know them after a while."


    Dorothy was at a loss for words.


    "They''ve all been looking after Be! If I can’t make it, they clean the gravestone on schedule, really


    kind-hearted folks."


    Dorothy looked up at him and smiled, "My mom would be so happy. She liked things clean. I


    remember when she was in the local hospital, she frequently insisted on having baths. But due to


    limited facilities, daily showers weren’t convenient. Eventually, she just settled for wipes, from


    morning till night."


    "Yes, I noticed that. When I visited her at the hospital, she was always busy with her washcloth."


    "Thank you for taking care of her for so long."


    "It’s nothing! I figured I’d ept your thanks this time, or else you wouldn’t know how often to repeat


    it!"


    Dorothy felt helpless, sensing Keh treated her like a child, always using that gentle, cajoling


    tone.


    As they approached the road, Dorothy looked up, searching for where her car was parked.


    Suddenly!


    She caught sight of a ck Maybach speeding away from the cemetery.


    The car moved too quickly for her to catch the license te number.


    But Everett often rode in a Maybach.


    Could he have been here too?


    "What are you looking at?" Keh asked softly.


    "Nothing! I’ve finished paying my respects to Be, and I''m preparing to pack up and head to


    Swevia Country with Everett."