Chapter 899

“Your parents…” Charlotte’s eyes flickered, and for a moment, words failed her.

“I didn’t want to come alone, and I don’t really have any better friends… so I forced you to come with me,” Ethan said quietly.

Before Charlotte could respond, he added, almost as an afterthought.

Charlotte pressed her lips together and nodded in silence.

Two hours later, the car pulled up in the outskirts, in front of a quiet, modest cemetery.

It was small. Ethan’s parents shared a single, narrow headstone. Wild grass had overrun the area, and a thick layer of ice clung to the stone, grime seeping into the surrounding ground.

though no one had been

gate, Ethan bought a small bouquet of fresh flowers and set them down beside the path. Then, with difficulty, he knelt, pulling

to plummet to the bottom of a pit; he was entirely focused on the grave, as though

he was quiet, the sheer weight of his sorrow radiated from him,

a while, Ethan grew frustrated with the tools and tossed them aside, trying to scrape the grime

He dug at it furiously, and Charlotte’s heart jumped when she saw blood mingle with the ice and

“Ethan. Enough,” she whispered.

she intended. “Anything that doesn’t come clean now,

lifted his gaze to hers. Charlotte finally saw it: his

aristocratic hands were now a map of scratches, blood smeared across dirt and ice alike. His body was already fragile; if infection

he murmured, his gaze

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