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.

face seemed to be looking at Chester with the corners of her

gaze was pure as glass, just like when they

“Young Master Jewell,

squatted

“Charity, I’m sorry.”

another life, don’t meet me.

and heartless. He knew that he could

• • •

 

At night.

Cloud Nine Pub.

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

a bottle of alcohol in

that only attracted the women’s attention

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