Chapter 320
President’s Substitute Wife novel Chapter 320
In the late winter morning, there were very few people in the cemetery.
The cemetery seemed to have just been cleaned. It was very clean and there wasn’t even a leaf.
Although Jack told me the area of the cemetery Sean bought for me, he didn’t tell me more specifically.
When I arrived, I found that the third area was very large.
I pulled my coat tighter and walked around the cemetery. After walking for about an hour, I finally found a tombstone.
But it was not my name.
It was Molly.
This tombstone was obviously new.
“This tombstone was renewed the other day.”
When I looked at the tombstone, there was a hoarse voice behind me.
I looked back and saw an old gentleman standing behind me. He was a little hunchback and had a big broom in his hand.
I guessed he knew this very well, so I asked, “why?”
The old man shook his head. “I don’t know, but when the tomb was just buried, a man often came here. I heard that he seemed to be a big boss with a lot of money.”
“Really?” I knew that was Sean.
“Yes, he came not only in the daytime, but also in the evening. Sometimes he was drunk. That was about the same time. I was afraid he would be frozen, so I would let him stay in my house.”
As soon as he finished, I said, “thank you.”
When the accident happened, it was January. Even if it was later, it was February.
It was cold in York at that time. If he stayed out all night, he could really freeze to death.
After I said thanks, the old man asked me, “do you know the boss?”
“Yes.” I nodded and looked at Molly’s name on the tomb and said, “the owner of this tomb is my sister.”
“But it was not the name that was written in this tomb before, but another one, which was changed a few days ago.” The old man explained to me.
“Well, I know.” I nodded.
The old man stood beside me and looked at the tombstone with me and sighed, “at that time, the boss often burned letters here. He never said a word at a time. He may be too sad to cry.”
Was he too sad to cry?
After a while, the old man left.
I continued to stand alone in front of the tombstone, wondering how Sean felt when he stood here five years ago.
However, all things were wrong step by step.
I couldn’t go back.
I turned and left.
In the afternoon, I went to Linda’s studio to do the revision of the design drawing with her.
Because we only modified and didn’t redo, at this time, the design drawing had almost taken shape.
That night, I still went back to Daisy’s house.
To be honest, I didn’t know how to deal with Ming.