The Woman From Hell
Chapter 935

Chapter 935

He shook his head. "I was in a rush when I came out of the house."

"I’ll drive later, then. You can have your breakfast.”

As we were in a rush to leave the house, Miss Woods told us to take our breakfast and eat on the road.

Keith shook his head to refuse. "I’m not very hungry right now. I can eat when we're there."

I thought about it and said, "I can take Munchkin there by myself. You probably need to go visit your deceased relatives too, right?”

Keith smiled. "The ones who are important to me and whom I care about are still around. My parents can go by themselves. Juniors like us don't need to."

The ones who were most important were still around. Those were probably the most beautiful words anyone could say on this beautiful day. The greatest fortune i n life was to have those we cared about and loved still around. It was great not having to experience death and separation, not having to mourn for the dead in the monsoon season, less so go through heartache and pain.

Halfway through the drive, Keith said, "I investigated Jackie last night. He’s from Whaldorf City. His

personal information is kept confidential, so I can’t access it for now. A friend told me that he once saw him beside Frank."

I frowned. "Could he be Frank's assistant?"

After a pause, I made a bold guess. "If he’s Frank’s assistant, then it all makes sense. The Fredericks were auctioning off this box in order to find its pair."

Keith pondered for a moment and slowly said, "It's hard to say."

It was close to noon when we arrived at the cemetery. I t was a sunny day, and the sun was out in full force. I was enveloped in warmness when I got out of the car.

Munchkin had a good memory. He remembered that h e had been here before.

I took him to pay our respects to Grandma first. The photograph on the tombstone was still clear. The old woman was smiling kindly. I cast my mind back to the time when she was still alive. She would often hold me to say something personal to me. Tears welled up in my eyes.

Munchkin looked up at me and asked curiously, ” Mommy, will we all die?"

Munchkin was just like me when I was young, not knowing what death meant.

It was only when I grew up and my friends and family passed on one after another did I understand that death meant not being able to see someone again. I could only miss them for the rest of my life.

Some people were difficult to meet, and we rarely spoke to some others. A few would even leave before w e could say goodbye. Therefore, we should all learn to appreciate so that we would not regret it when the time came.

I cast my eyes down at Munchkin. "We'll all die, but at the same time, we won't."

He was still young and should not understand what death meant so soon.

Those words were difficult for Munchkin to understand. He would not be able to understand them.

I looked at the tombstone. Grandma would certainly b e sad if she knew that Theo was not here to see her.

Theo resented her when she left, hence he never sent her off. Perhaps he still resented her a little now.

Someone was crying not far away. Perhaps a family member had just passed away and the grief was still too much to bear.

I felt even more uneasy and pulled Munchkin along, preparing to take him to Mother.

When we briskly walked over there, I saw a person standing in front of Mother’s tombstone. The man had a long and slender figure. He was clad in black and standing in an awe-inspiring manner in front of Mother’s tombstone. As he had his back facing us, I could not see what he looked like.

I pulled Munchkin behind me and greeted him, "Hello."

The man’s body stiffened. He then turned around after a while.

He had extremely charming features, while his aura was cool and distant. He did not say anything and merely glanced indifferently at me. He then planned t o leave.

I caught a glimpse of the flowers in front of the tombstone and quickly asked, "Mister, you are?"

The man spoke with a cold countenance, "I'm just a passerby."

Just four simple words and that was it.

Looking at the man’s back, I became particularly curious as to how he knew Mother.