NovelEnglishChapter 503
Kevan went home and look a shower. After charging 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 wille, 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 Hil, 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 loot of Paradise HILL there was a pict cl lend with the best view of the lake.
The area was fully enclosed and designated as an upscale burial ground, cosling wel over ten
thousand dollars per square loot.
There were security guards manning the entrance, and some of them patrolled arcund the grounds
regularly.
Apart from relatives of the deceased, no one else could enter thase grounds.
Every year, or the anniversary of Jennifer’s death, Keven would accompany Roland to the cemetery to
visit her grave.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtKevan 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 cal 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 northem section. When you arrive, as the security
guard to show you the way. They will tell you how to get here.”
Walking around the foot of the hill, he amved at Denver Gardens in the north.
The guards at Denver Gardens were the same, even after many years, so they recognized Kevan
immediately.
When Krvan as sed 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 buming with curiosity, they weren’t acquainted well enough that he could chat casually
with Kewan.
“Go straight ahead and turn left.”
Following his directions, Kevan arrived at Roland’s grave without much trouble.
From a distance, he could almady 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 lamly 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’lamilies.
On the other hand, the other members of the Rogers lamily knew who Kevan was.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe moment he appeared, it caused a small commotion as everyone’s attention was drawn to him.
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Violel’s eyes were swollen from crying, and there were streaks of welness on her cheeks.
She grasped Kevan’s hand lightly as tears welled up in her eyes again.
Kevan cripped 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 stemnly. “You knew that it was the day for
your grandfather’s burial, why did you arrive late to the ceremony? Don’t you held any regard for Old
Mr. Rogers?”
Kevan did not answer his question directly.
Pointing toward the tombstone, he replied with a frown, “Uncle Bemard, 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? Beard raised his voice, even overpowering the plano music. “I want
your grandfather to see for
himself what an ingrate his favorite grandson turned out to be
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