Sweet Subterfuge novel by Trina Duo -
Chapter 503
Kevan went home and took a shower. After changing his clothes, he drove to the cemetery.
Roland had made it clear a long time ago that when he passed away, he wanted to be buried alongside his wife, Jennifer Rogers. He didn't want her to be buried all alone, it was just too lonely. His wife's grave was located on Paradise Hill, on the outskirts of Bartham.
Paradise Hill Cemetery was the largest public cemetery in Bartham, with a beautiful view of Denver Lake to the north.
At the foot of Paradise Hill, there was a plot of land with the best view of the lake.
The area was fully enclosed and designated as an upscale burial ground, costing well over ten thousand dollars per square foot.
There were security guards manning the entrance, and some of them patrolled around the grounds regularly.
Apart from relatives of the deceased, no one else could enter those grounds.
Every year, on the anniversary of Jennifer's death, Kevan would accompany Roland to the cemetery to visit her grave.
Kevan could make his way to her grave even with his eyes closed.
Regardless, to put on a convincing act of his amnesia, Kevan called Violet at the entrance of the cemetery, "I'm at Paradise Hill Cemetery. Which area is Grandpa buried?"
At the other end of the call, Kevan could hear solemn and mournful music playing.
It seemed that the burial ceremony was still ongoing.
Violet whispered, "Come to Denver Gardens in the northern section. When you arrive, ask the security guard to show you the way. They will tell you how to get here." Walking around the foot of the hill, he arrived at Denver Gardens in the north.
The guards at Denver Gardens were the same, even after many years, so they recognized Kevan immediately.
When Kevan asked for directions, the guard was surprised. "Isn't Old Mr. Rogers buried alongside Old Mrs. Rogers?"
"Yes, but I don't remember," Kevan explained simply.
The guard's eyes widened with surprise, but he relented.
Although he was burning with curiosity, they weren't acquainted well enough that he could chat casually with Kevan. "Go straight ahead and turn left."
Following his directions, Kevan arrived at Roland's grave without much trouble.
From a distance, he could already see a large group of people.
They were standing in rows with their heads lowered in front of Roland and Jennifer's grave.
On one side, the hired pianist was playing a somber, classical melody.
Kevan kept a safe distance and watched the ceremony for a while to suppress the overwhelming sadness within him.
Once he managed to get his emotions under control, he strode up to the crowd.
Roland's burial ceremony today was limited to close relatives of the Rogers family as the cemetery was closed off to unrelated individuals.
Kevan hardly interacted with other members of the Rogers family. If his two uncles did not provoke him, he wouldn't even care to deal with them. Therefore, among the people present, he didn't know anyone else except for his parents and his two uncles' families.
On the other hand, the other members of the Rogers family knew who Kevan was.
The moment he appeared, it caused a small commotion as everyone's attention was drawn to him.
Ignoring the various looks of confusion and disapproval, Kevan walked over to Violet in silence. Violet's eyes were swollen from crying, and there were streaks of wetness on her cheeks.
She grasped Kevan's hand tightly as tears welled up in her eyes again.
Kevan gripped her hand as well and gave her a comforting look.
Before them, some of the cemetery's staff were replacing the old tombstone with a new one that had Roland and Jennifer's names engraved.
At that moment, Bernard came over and questioned Kevan sternly, "You knew that it was the day for your grandfather's burial, why did you arrive late to the ceremony? Don't you hold any regard for Old Mr. Rogers?"
Kevan did not answer his question directly.
Pointing toward the tombstone, he replied with a frown, "Uncle Bernard, if you have something to say, can't you wait until we leave? Grandpa and Grandma are watching us right now. It's inappropriate for you to lose your temper here."
"What do you mean, inappropriate?" Bernard raised his voice, even overpowering the piano music. "I want your grandfather to see for himself what an ingrate his favorite grandson turned out to be!"
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