b“/bbMrs. /bbWilder/bb, /bwhy haven’t you arrived yet? The wholepany’s waiting for you bfor /bthe meeting. What time bis /bbit already/b?b” /bShannon rambled nonstop as soon as the call connected.

bJessica/bb, /bhowever, kept her temperb, /bsuppressing the sobs in her vole.

“Chose the best spot next to my father’s grave and get someone to move my mother–inw over. bI’ll /bsend you the current cemetery addresster.”

Chris wanted to stop her when he heard this, but Jessica didn’t give him the chance.

On the other endb, /bShannon was stunned.

Her hand paused, holding the pen ready to take notes, and slie asked uncertainly, “Ms. Wilder, your mother–inw? Your husband’s mother? She passed away?”

No one knew.

When did it happen?

Jessica nodded, b“/bI’ll exin when I get back. For now, find someone to pick the date. It has to be the best spot, preferably next to my father so it’s convenient for visits.”

“Understood, I’ll get right on it. Company meeting?”

“I’ll head back now.”

Today, Chris had a day off and didn’t need to go to the hospital, but for Jessica, it was still a workday.

On the way back, Chris tried to stop Jessica.

“The person is gone. It doesn’t matter where she’s buried, bas /blong as you have the heart to visit.”

Jessica disagreed.

“My mother–inw must have the best of everything. It’s my fault I didn’t know before. From now on, on every holiday, I will visit her with you.”

What Chris really wanted was just her attitude, not to change anything.

Seeing that stopping her was useless, Chris didn’t argue.

He sent the address for his mother’s grave to Shannon, who offered some condolences.

Though many yearste, it was enough for those still alive.

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Chris thought of what Jessica had said to his mother today–that she wouldn’t let him bear anything alone–and he smiled.

He thought, after so many years, he finally got everything he had hoped for.

Jessica drove straight to thepany.

Chris wanted to take a taxi home, but Jessica held his hand tightly and took him straight upstairs.

As Jessica was about to bring him to the meeting room, he said, “Isn’t this a bit inappropriate? You’re having a meeting. There’s no need for me to be there.”

“It concerns you today.”

“Me?”

They opened the meeting room door.

bChapter /bb84 /b

bBesides /bbShannon /band Indya, btwo /bfamiliar facesb, /bRoy and his colleagues were there too.

bThe /byoung man beside bRoy /bstood up to greet them, but Roy himsel stayed seated.

b“/bI’ve been waiting for you for a long time,b” /bsaid Roy.

Jessica replied, “Sorry, I went to visit my mother–inw today, so’m a bitteb./bb” /b

Roy nced bat /bJessica, even he knew Chris’s mother had passed awayb, /bso visiting his mother–inw meant paying respects at

the grave.

There was nothing much to say about honoring the dead.

b“/bI still have people at my bureau waiting. You said today you wanted to investigate the incident when Chris was nearly killed years ago. Do you think it’s connected to yourpetitors?”

Chris sat beside Jessica, a little shocked.

Years ago, he had almost suffered carbon monoxide poisoning at home.

After investigationb, /bthey found that his tea had beenced with sleeping pills.

Chris never figured out when he had taken those pills, and Jessica Hadn’t shootout de s

growing colder toward him from that point.

Now, after two or three years, she actually wanted to look into it.

any intention to investigate back then, only

“Yes, I suspect it’s rted to the Hall family. If possibleb, /bplease merge the

cases and investigate them together.”

b+25 /bBON