No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 192

Jefferson's smile froze when he heard my words, followed by a tentative question, "Why do you ask?"

"I just want to check it out," I admitted.

Jefferson scrutinized me, his gaze tinged with confusion.

I didn't go into details, and I left out the part about Aiden's death being connected to Conrad.

I was sure Jefferson was in the dark about this; otherwise, he would've cut ties with Conrad without a second thought.

"What's wrong?" Instead of prying further, Jefferson voiced his concern.

I remained silent, only saying, "Just take me there, please."

If he was worried, I figured it was best to have him by my side.

Noticing my unease, Jefferson nodded and led me to Aiden's gravesite.

By sheer coincidence, as soon as we arrived, we saw Aiden's parents in the distance. Fiona Martin's sobs and bitter accusations, likely aimed at Haley, echoed across the cemetery.

It didn't feel right to approach them then, so Jefferson and I held back, waiting for Barry and Fiona Martin to leave.

As they passed us, Barry, supporting a frail Fiona, both looked pale and lost in despair.

Fiona's sobs tore at my heart.

They hardly noticed Jefferson and me, fully engulfed in their sorrow for their lost son.

"Sigh," Jefferson murmured as they walked away, "Aiden's passing has hit them hard."

Hearing him, I felt a pang in my chest. "It's not Aiden's fault."

He wouldn't have wanted his parents to endure such pain. It was the shock that led him to that fatal accident, not a deliberate choice.

"Hmm?" Jefferson seemed puzzled by my response.

Without further explanation, I carried my bouquet up to Aiden's grave.

His photo on the tombstone radiated a bright, sunny smile, as if bringing light to the world around him.

Yet, such a radiant soul had been betrayed in the most humiliating way imaginable. I could almost feel the devastation that must have wrecked his world.

"Hey buddy, you doing alright over there? They got pool halls in heaven? Still shooting some games?" Jefferson mused aloud.

I stayed silent, having nothing to say.

After a moment, Jefferson turned to

me, noticing my quietness, and spoke on my behalf, "Before you left, you kept asking when Felicia would celebrate her wedding with Rad. Well no need to ask anymore. It's off she broke it off with Rad."

Then, silence fell over us.

I remained speechless throughout, standing solemnly before Aiden's grave.

As I gazed at it, I suddenly felt as if Aiden's smile had vanished, replaced by sadness, despair, and even anger...

My heart clenched, and I instinctively

reached out, only to be pulled back

by Jefferson's concerned voice "Felicia, what's wrong? Feeling dizzy? Unwell?"

"Huh?" I turned to look at him.

"You... You look pale, and you almost stumbled just now," Jefferson's observation caught me off guard.

Did I? I hadn't noticed.

Seeing me in distress, Jefferson

quickly led me away, advising, "You

should avoid places like this in the

future. They're heavy with negative energy, and you, being so delicate, might attract something

unwelcome."

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Whether I had attracted something sinister or not, I truly felt unwell, so I sent a sick leave message to Grant and headed home.

I slept for what felt like an eternity, waking only when darkness had enveloped the sky.

I faintly heard the sound of the door and got up to check, pulling it open.

Indeed, there was someone outside.