Chapter 75 Echoes of Secrets
As Isabelle exited the car, she spotted several toppled wine cups scattered on the ground, Jack <b>was </b>sitting nearby, deep in conversation.
“In Cheshian tradition, we’re only supposed to mourn for three days. That’s all we need, Jack remarked casually.
His attention shifted as Isabelle approached.
“Are those tears?” Isabelle asked, noticing his reddened eyes.
Jack furrowed his brow. “How did you even find this ce? Only my boss and I <b>know </b>about it.”
<b>Having </b>tagged along with a crew of seasoned mercenaries on a mission, Jack had been caught in an ainbush by enemies, emerging as the lone survivor.
If their boss had not arrived just in time, Jack wouldn’t have made it out alive either. No Name had carried <b>him</b>, severely injured, to this very spot.
Squatting down beside him, Isabelle peered at the tombstone and couldn’t help but think to herself: It was a stroke of luck that there wasn’t a faded old photograph of <b>him </b>stuck on it, that would’ve been downright
ecric.
“Just so you know. I’m not just handy with a de–I can take on thirty–five foes at once–and I’ve got connections all over the underworld. There’s nothing about ckwater that escapes my notice, Isabelle disclosed.
“Did my boss spill the beans on you?” Jack asked.
“Hey, remember, I’m calling the shots now,” Isabelle corrected him.
“Hmph, Jack grumbled, turning his head
<b>away</b>.
“Alright, let’s wrap this up. Stick with me; don’t wander off like a lost puppy,” Isabelle instructed, standing
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“I’m 24, for crying out loud!” Jack shot back, frustrated by Isabelle’s pretence of being responsible.
Isabelle tilted her head, giving him a look. “Well, if you don’t want your embarrassing secrets spilled, you’d better get moving. Otherwise, I’ll have White Owl and the gangughing about your bedwetting escapade when you were five.”
Jack stared at her in disbelief. “How did you find out?”
A faint blush tinged Jack’s cheeks.
This mortifying incident happened while he was injured, deliriously lying on the leader’s back. He’d blurted it out in <b>a </b>haze<b>, </b>only to cringe at the memory the next day when he came to it. Not even histe <b>parents </b>knew about it.
“Just keep in mind that nothing is happening in ckwater that I don’t know about. So, are you tagging along or not? If not, you can figure out your way backter,” Isabelle dered.
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nowhere.
Watching Jack’s gesture, Isabelle noted, “I know the Cheshians have this thing about offering flowers to the departed.”
She narrowed her eyes, warning him: Don’t push it too far, kidl.
“The departed here is a big deal, plus she’s technically your senior. Is it asking too much to pay some respects to
your senior?” Jack questioned, offering the bucket of flowers to Isabelle once more.
Isabelle stayed quiet, weighing her options.
Finally epting the <b>bucket </b>of flowers, Isabelle took a moment to steel herself mentally. With Jack’s hopeful gaze fixed on her, she turned to look at her tombstone.N?velDrama.Org ? 2024.
She couldn’t help but feel a surreal sense of irony. Who else in the world wouldy flowers on their own grave? It was a sight to behold, alright?
“If this was anyone else, I’d have smashed this tombstone to bits and buried them underneath, Isabelle muttered.
“What did you say?” Jack asked, not quite catching Isabelle’s mutterings..
Isabelle forcefully nted the bucket into the ground, gritting her teeth. “Do I really have to go through with this flower thing?”
“Is this some Cheshian thing?” Jack suggested, “If it is, you should probably go ahead and do it.”
Isabelle stood up and walked away without a <b>word</b>.
Jack hurried to catch up, speaking assertively. “If you even think about breathing a word about my little bedwetting incident, I …”
“Are you seriously threatening your boss, Little Jack?” Isabelle interrupted<b>, </b>arching an eyebrow.
“Hmph, Jack grumbled, but after a pause, he continued, “Do you know my boss well? Like, her real name?”
“Nope, Isabelle replied curtly.
“What do you mean, ‘<b>no</b>?” Jack pressed, his confusion evident. “Even orphans in orphanages get given names by the directors. I asked White Owl, and in your Cheshian culture, “No Name‘ signifies she’s
nameless.”
“She’s passed away, though. What’s the point of knowing her name now?” Isabelle countered.
“Can’t we at least put up a monument in her honor?” <b>Jack </b>suggested.
“Were you on the funeral tearn in a past life or something? Seems you’re fixated on monuments,” Isabelle quipped.
“I mean, with her actual name inscribed,” Jack rified.
As they chatted, Jack nced over at the car, bewildered. “How did you get your hands on a God’s Armament vehicle?”
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“Mr. George, seriously, aren’t you going to look into Miss Jenkins‘ background?” Dn can’t resist asking again three dayster, his curiosity gnawing at him. He wanted to yell out: Don’t you want to know? Aren’t you blown <b>away</b>?
“Miss Jenkins is just a teen, and she’s got these insane skills.” Dn struggled to find the words, recalling the scene from that day. “It’s just… unbelievable.”
Even now, Dn can’t shake off the surreal feeling. He’d never have believed it if he hadn’t seen it with his
own eyes.
“And I remember Sam checking her out. She’s never left Norward City since she was a kid, but I heard her speaking with a Melfrey ent that day. She must’ve spent time there. It’s all pretty fishy,” Dn added, his suspicions mounting.
Just then, George, standing on the <b>second</b>–floor corridor, spotted a figure entering through the door and
remarked, “Take another look.”
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