Chapter 157
Chapter 159 Serene
In the dead of night.
The door to the master bedroom was pushed open slightly.
Troy walked in quietly, carrying a faint hint of alcohol on his body. Step by step, he approached the
large bed.
“Meow…” Imogen’s roommate discovered him.
“Shh…”
Troy put the canned food in front of Imogen’s roommate.
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Her roommate sniffed cautiously with its nose, then devoured the food eagerly.
Troy gently patted Mochi’s head, got up, and walked to the side of therge bed.
Under the moonlight, the sleeping countenance of Imogen was peaceful and quiet, with slightly
furrowed brows.
Troy couldn’t look away for a long time.
He sat down gently by the bed, his fingers lightly caressing her smooth and delicate face as if they
were feathers.
Only at times like this could he be so intimately close to Imogen without having to see her indifferent
and disgusted gaze.
Troy was afraid of seeing that kind of gaze in her eyes.
Troy Marshall, who was decisive, confident, andposed in doing business, could also feel afraid
sometimes.
If his old self had listened to this, he would have surelyughed it off and dismissed it.
But the moment Troy understood his feelings, he knew he had gained a bond named Imogen that could
never be undone.
They had once spent over two years of marriage in simplicity and harmony, had been closely
intertwined on thisrge bed, and had shared their lives intimately. They were once the loving couple
that Sue envied, but he had failed to cherish all of these.
In the past, he was too conceited!
He knew she would never forgive him again!
When they came back from Gracehaven Church, she would no longer be his wife!
There would be no ties left between them.
After the divorce, she should be with Liam, right?
At this moment, Troy felt an overwhelming jealousy toward Liam. He was so jealous that he was going
crazy!
Troy’s gaze fell upon Imogen’s full and tender red lips. His eyes darkened, and he leaned down and
kissed her without hesitation.
Warm, soft, and sweet, just like in his memories, it entranced him, making it impossible for him to pull
away.
This may be thest time.
Troy closed his eyes and indulged himself without restraint.
After a while, Troy lifted his head, his gaze fixed on Imogen’s gentle sleeping face. He gently ced a
kiss on her forehead.
“Imogen, I love you.”
No one heard it.
Troy got up gently and left.
Except for the lingering scent of alcohol in the air and the empty can beneath Mochi’s mouth, no one
knew he had been there.
Early the following day, with a profoundly reverent spirit, Imogen and Troy set off for Gracehaven
Church.
Neither of them had brought anyone along. In the car, only the two of them, Troy as the driver and
Imogen seated in the back.
When they got into the car, Imogen noticed that there was a box on the back seat of the driver’s side.
In the first instant of seeing it, Imogen figured it was the urn for her child.
She fell silent for a moment, biting her lower lip. Her voice trembled as she asked, “Is this…” Through
the rearview mirror, Troy watched Imogen nod gently and said, “It’s the ashes of our child.”
When he received the stillborn fetus after the inducedbor, Troy had considered letting Imogen take a
look, but he was afraid it might worsen her condition. In the end, he took matters into his own hands
and had it cremated.
“Gracehaven Church has a Columbarium Hall where we can keep the ashes. I’d like to ce his ashes
there, attend a service, and find sce in prayer.”
Imogen picked up the urn and nodded gently.
She gently caressed the surface of the urn as if she were touching her child.
Gracehaven Church was located in Creston City. By the time they arrived, it was already noon. The
church was located at the end of Sunset Road in Creston City. It had a history of several hundred
years, and despite undergoing numerous renovations, the architecture still retains the charm of its
history.
It was said that Gracehaven Church was initially located on the outskirts of Creston City when it was
first established. However, after several hundred years of development and expansion, as Creston City
grew, the church now stands in a more urban environment, surrounded by residential arêas.
Imogen held the urn tightly as she got out of the car.
Troy had given prior notice, and a young acolyte guided them to a separate small building at the rear.
Imogen lifted her head and saw the sign on the building, “Columbarium Hall.”
Upon entering, they saw an entire wall covered with neat square boxes containing ashes.
Inside the Columbarium Hall, there were distinctions among the cremation containers as well.
The first level held the ashes of regr citizens, while the ashes of miscarried infants were on the third.
Guided by the young acolyte, Imogen ced the ashes into the designated container and locked
1. it.
Afterward, the acolyte led them to another hall on the west side of the main church hall.
The hall is on high terrain, with a set of steps leading up to it.
The steps were numbered seven by seven, symbolizing thepletion of challenges and trials before
attaining spiritual enlightenment and entering a state of inner peace.
Troy took Imogen’s hand, his gaze devout, and they ascended the steps one by one.
Inside the hall, Jesus, Mary, and Saint Joseph were honored.
Following the young acolyte, Imogen went around a wall and saw that behind it, countless yellow
memorial ques enshrined.
The young acolyte exined, “In our tradition, these ques hold a special ce as a bridge to the
realm of eternal peace. The yellow ques represent a connection between the living and those who
have passed on, a symbol of remembrance and hope for the journey beyond.”
“Additionally, this provides sce to the parents, aiding them in discovering rity, awakening, and
embarking on a new chapter of life.”
“Shall we dedicate a que for him?” While posed as a question, Troy’s tone carried a sense of
conviction.
“Alright.” Imogen nodded in agreement.
“The que to be dedicated requires the name of its owner. Could the two of you please choose a
name for him?” The young acolyte suggested.
Troy and Imogen exchanged a nce.
Troy said, “You go ahead.”
Imogen looked around at the church and said, “Let’s call him Serene. I pray for him to find eternal
peace.”
“Okay.”
The pastor in the hall ced a memorial que for Serene.
A candlelight was ced in front of the memorial que, and Troy and Imogen personally lit it. When
the light was ignited, its glow was dim and solemn. Tears welled up in Imogen’s eyes.
This was the only thing she could do for her baby now.
Imogen has no chance to be his mother in this lifetime.
She prayed for her baby to find eternal peace in another world.
“Can Ie to visit him often in the future?” Imogen asked, her voice choking with emotion. “Sure.”
Troy gently wiped away the tears from Imogen’s face, his heart aching. It felt as if a tide of bitter and
poignant emotions was washing over him.
He wanted to grasp Imogen’s hand and tell her, “Imogen, I was wrong. I didn’t figure out my feelings for
you sooner. Can you give me another chance? I will love you properly from now on. Let’s visit our child
together!”
Knowing it was impossible, knowing he was no longer deserving, he still held onto an unrealistic hope
in his heart.
Imogen, however, looked at him and said, “Alright, let’s go back. If we hurry, we might make it before
the Courthouse closes.”
Chapter 159 Serene
Troy’s heart sank to the depths. The words that were on the tip of his tongue remained unspoken. in
the end.
He extended his hand halfway, froze in midair for a few seconds, and eventually reached for his own
pocket, taking out a lighter and a cigarette case.
“Apologies, sir. Smoking is not allowed inside the hall.” The young acolyte reminded him.
“I’m sorry.” Troy put the lighter and cigarette case back, closed his eyes in silence, and a hint of
mncholy lingered in his eyes.