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Chapter 205
The rain poured heavily, and Mrs. Fallen was accompanied by bodyguards holding an umbrella. She
walked to the side alone, clutching the letter in her hands. Hidden from everyone’s sight, a look of
shock appeared on her face. She tightly clenched the letter, her eyes filled with complex emotions.
After a few moments of inner struggle, she composed herself and put the envelope away before
returning to Edgar’s tomb.
“Mom, what did Brother say? Mia asked, concerned, but Mrs. Fallen seemed lost, ignoring her
daughter as if she couldn’t hear the question.
“Mom, what’s wrong with you? Don’t scare me! What did he say to you? Mia reached out to grab the
envelope from her hand, but Mrs. Fallen evaded her, finding it strange that her daughter wanted to take
the letter.
In a rush, Mrs. Fallen, in front of everyone’s eyes, tore open the letter, stuffed it into her mouth, and
swallowed it. Shocked, everyone watched as she took such an extreme action.
“Mom, what are you doing?”
“Mrs. Fallen, you!”
The onlookers were stunned by her actions, unable to comprehend them. Mrs. Fallen didn’t provide an
explanation, but instead hurried into the rain and embraced Edgar’s cold tombstone, crying out, “Son!
My son, you were still so young””
She wailed until her voice became h oar se, and the grief on her face touched the hearts of all who
witnessed it. As a wealthy wife, Mrs. Fallen had always carried herself with nobility, and this was the
first time she had cried while clutching a tombstone in front of so many people. Yet no one deemed her
behavior inappropriate. Her actions, including swallowing the letter she had just read, were
understandable in the face of losing the most promising child of the Fallen family.
From a distance, Grace watched, her eyes red but devoid of tears, her expression numb. Unseen by
anyone, she dug her fingertips into Patric’s suit, suppressing the pain as if her heart had grown numb.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIn the cemetery, with Mia’s persuasion, Mrs. Fallen’s emotions gradually calmed down, saving her from
the brink of fainting due to her intense crying. The funeral finally came to an end, and one by one,
business partners, relatives, and friends departed with heavy hearts. Some mourned the loss of a
business genius at such a young age, while others felt sorrow for the two women left behind in the
Fallen family. Mr. Fallen’s gaze lingered on them.
After everyone had left, Mia supported Mrs. Tallen out of the cemetery, Looking up, she noticed Grace
standing under a nearby tree. Anger burned within her as she blamed her, “It’s all because of you!
You’re the one who caused harm to my brother! If it weren’t for you, how could he have died? How do
you still have the audacity to show your face here?”
Grace offered no defense and lowered her gaze. Patric’s expression turned cold. “Watch your words.
She is unaware of the truth, and it was your brother’s decision.”
“You don’t know?”
Mia stepped forward, her eyes bloodshot as she glared at Grace. “Is it enough that she doesn’t know?
My brother gave up his life for her! But look at her, she hasn’t shed a single tear for him. She’s nothing
but a heartless bit ch!”
“Enough!”
Mrs. Fallen interjected before Mia could continue scolding Grace further. Mia looked back at her mother
in disbelief. “Mom! She’s the murderer who killed our brother! Why are you defending her?___
Don’t you hate her too? Have you lost your mind?”
Grace kept her head down, not uttering a single word in her defense. Mrs. Fallen, with tear streaked
cheeks, slowly approached Grace and gave a slight how.
Mia was stunned. “Mom, do you even realize what you’re doing? You’re howing to her?!”
Ignoring her daughter’s protest, Mrs. Fallen looked at Grace with a solemn expression and spoke, “I
apologize for my daughter’s words. She’s overwhelmed with grief and doesn’t know what she’s saying.
I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive her.”
Grace was equally taken aback by Mrs. Fallen’s unexpected change in attitude. Mrs. Fallen had always
treated her with disdain, so this sudden shift in behavior perplexed her.
“Mia is right. I am responsible for his death, so you must hate me. don’t you?”
Two tears fell from Mrs. Fallen’s eyes as she forced a bitter smile, wiping them away. “Mr. Fallen was
right. If he chose this path, it must have been because he loved you deeply. I respect his decision.”
The words “he loved you deeply pierced Grace’s heart, causing a pang of pain and a slight tingling in
her nose. She tightly clenched her palm to prevent her tears from falling.
Mrs. Fallen took a blank envelope from her bag and handed it to Grace. “He asked for this letter to be
given to you alone. Don’t worry, I haven’t read it.”
Trembling. Grace reached out and took the envelope. Mrs. Fallen added, “For now, put it aside. When
you go back, find a quiet moment to read it.”
With that, Mrs. Fallen and Mia supported each other and left the cemetery. Grace carefully placed the
letter in her bag. Once all the mourners had departed, she stepped back into the cemetery and made
her way to Edgar’s tombstone.
A small photograph adorned the tombstone, its surface speckled with raindrops. Despite the rain,
Grace immediately recognized the indifferent yet handsome face captured in the picture. It was from
their time together in the royal family.
She had searched her phone and the Cloud View Villa, but not a single photo of him could be found.
Tenderly, she wiped away the water droplets from the photograph, repeatedly and patiently.
He was the only man she had ever truly loved, and now she would never be able to hear him act like a
spoiled child again. Holding back her tears, she painstakingly removed every water stain from the
tombstone with a handkerchief.
Patrie felt a pang of heartache. “Girl, it’s pouring rain. You won’t be able to wipe it clean.”
Determined, she replied with a resolute gaze, “He dislikes the cold and doesn’t like being exposed to
rain. I must complete this final task for him.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmPatric sighed helplessly and handed her the black umbrella he held. Grace accepted it, opened it, and
covered Edgar’s small tombstone. Then, she took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped away every
drop of rain from the tombstone’s surface.
“Girl, you still love him so deeply, don’t you?”
Grace remained silent, unable to provide an answer. She had once believed that she could let go of her
love for himn without hesitation, decisively moving forward in life after their divorce. If he had been
alive, if they had parted ways without any lingering attachments, perhaps they could have found
happiness again. But fate seemed determined to play cruel jokes on her, and now this man had
sacrificed his life for her.
All the pains and hurts of the past suddenly felt insignificant compared to the overwhelming guilt she
now carried. She took a deep breath, suppressing the waves of sadness that threatened to engulf
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her.
“People can never come back. Love or no love, what’s the point of dwelling on it?” she whispered
softly.
Patric, understanding the weight of her emotions, helped her to her feet and gently held her shoulders,
guiding her out of the cemetery. As they reached the Cloud View Villa, Patric saw her off to Edgar’s
room, where she settled herself in the reclining chair he had once occupied, surveying the
surroundings.
With trembling hands, Grace reached into her bag and carefully retrieved the envelope containing the
letter he had left for her. As she opened it, the first line that caught her eye sent shockwaves through
her being:
“To my beloved Grace Smith:
Her hand trembled uncontrollably, and she stared at those three words-her name-written on the page in
disbelief. Could it be that he had known her true identity all along?
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