Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Yerick drove, taking Wesley away from the house.

It was only then that Wesley realized the place Yerick had brought him to was desolate, with only a small house in sight. The area was so remote that there were no streetlights.

"Yerry, why did you buy a house here?" Wesley asked.

"It's quiet. I like it," Yerick replied.

"It's quiet, alright, but it's so isolated and with no shops nearby. Did you live here before?" Wesley asked.

"Godfather, this is just a place I come to when I want to clear my head. Plus, with a car, it's easy to go anywhere," Yerick explained.

They had been driving for about ten minutes, but through the car window, Wesley still hadn't seen any other residents. It felt eerily silent.

After a while, the car came to a stop. There were lights here now, but they didn't seem like public streetlights.

let's get out. My

of the car, and the two of them, holding flowers, walked down a small path in front of

looked around. The cold wind blew, giving the

walking for a few minutes, they stopped in front of a tombstone. The tombstone was very simple, with crooked lettering. There was a

usual cemetery where

he placed the flowers in front of the tombstone. "Mom, I've come to see you. I'm sorry I'm a bit late today. Some things held me up, and I

to Wesley. "Godfather, come over here and

felt uneasy. Looking at the desolate tombstone before him, he felt a tightness in his chest, making it hard to

name "J" was engraved, with a

what's wrong? Why aren't you

why is your mother buried here?"

mom loved peace, so she wouldn't have liked being buried in a public cemetery," Yerick explained. "But can people

not?" Yerick replied. "This land. is all mine. I bought it, and I can bury whoever I