Maybe Chester should not have gone there that day.

If no questions were asked and no investigations were done, some answers would forever be buried in history.

However, after a few months of hesitation, he went there in the end.

The cold and heartless Young Master Jewell sat in the car, smoking one cigarette after another. Then, he laughed. He laughed until his handsome face was slowly replaced with iciness.

He punched the steering wheel hard.

He also smashed his cigarette and glasses.

After sitting in the car expressionlessly for two hours, he drove the car to the cemetery. It was not even anyone’s death anniversary.

He brought flowers to Charity’s grave.
It was a grave, yet the ashes in the urn were not even charity’s. There was just a headstone erected by Catherine and Freya for Charity.

long, flowy hair. Her stunning yet calm face seemed to be looking at Chester with the corners of

as glass,

Master Jewell, thank you

squatted down and gazed at Charity quietly

“Charity, I’m sorry.”

don’t meet me.

heartless. He knew that he could never

• • •

 

At night.

Cloud Nine Pub.

was sitting at the bar, drinking while looking at a group of young men and

were unbuttoned. He held a bottle of alcohol in his left hand. There was a rare hint of

that only attracted the women’s attention

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