NovelEnglish
Chapter 834
The woman appeared to be in her twenties. She was dressed in a military uniform and had a
bob haircut. She radiated bravery and heroism.
“James,” she walked up to him and addressed him sweetly.
James was sitting on the sofa. He took a look at her, then at Henry, and laughed. “Not bad. Your
efforts have paid off. So, when are you getting married?”
Henry’s face flushed. “We’re not...”
At that moment, he was pinched. He quickly corrected himself, “ Soon. It’ll happen soon.”
“James, how’s it going with you and Thea?” Whitney asked as she sat down with a bright smile
on her face.
James shook his head slightly. He was not interested in talking about his own matters.
Henry sat down and gave Whitney a gentle shove. She understood and did not ask any further
questions.
“Come, drink with me.” James raised his wine glass.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHenry followed suit and clinked his glass against James’.
"Mr. Caden, today is the anniversary of General Kimberly's death. Let's go pay our respects," Henry said abruptly.
Upon hearing that, James nodded and said, "Sure, let's go."
The three of them left.
Henry was driving a typical multi-purpose vehicle. They left Southern Plains City and headed for a cemetery.
It was the Southern Plains Cemetery.
Soldiers from the Black Dragon Army who were killed in action were buried here. They were all people who had
made significant contributions to the country.
In the cemetery, there was a grave. Several words were engraved across the headstone: “In memory of Travis
Kimberly.”
Travis Kimberly was a one-star Southern Plains general. A year ago, he led a squad on a mission, but they were
ambushed by enemy troops. When the brigade arrived, there were only cold bodies on the ground.
Someone was paying their respects at the grave. It was a woman about twenty years old who wore a white down
jacket.
It was the beginning of fall and the weather was colder in the Southern Plains. On that day, it was drizzling.
The woman stood in front of the grave, staring blankly at the headstone.
James, Henry, and Whitney had just arrived when they noticed the person standing in front of it.
“What? Is someone paying their respects?” James asked, his brow furrowed. “But I didn't hear Travis say anything
about having a family.”
Henry thought it over and said, “I believe he mentioned having a daughter once while we were drinking. However,
he was always guarding the borders and rarely at home. So his wife remarried and
took their daughter with her.”
James gave a nod and walked over.
As he got closer, he was taken aback by the person standing in front of the grave. “It’s you?”
Delilah looked over when she heard his voice. She, too, was taken aback when she saw James
and the others. Soon after, her face brightened and she exclaimed, “James? Black Dragon, why
are you here?”
James pointed to the grave and said, “It’s the anniversary of Travis ’ death. We’ve come to pay
our respects.”
He had a realization while talking and looked at Delilah, surprised. He could not stop himself
from asking, “You... You’re Travis’ daughter, right?”
“Yeah.” She gave a slight nod.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmJames had not anticipated such a coincidence.
Travis’ daughter turned out to be a celebrity.
Delilah looked at the grave with a hint of sorrow. “I never met my father when I was younger.
I've only heard some stories about him from my mother. She claimed he was ignorant and
incompetent, and that he loved to gamble. She told me that debt collectors were always
knocking on their door. She was tired of it, so they got divorced. I was only two years old when it
happened.”
James did not know much about Travis either.
She continued, “It wasn't until a year ago that I learned my father was a general, but he had
already died in battle."
James simply nodded.
The generals of the Southern Plains kept their identities hidden. They could not tell their family,
and they could not tell others about their family. The reason for this was that while guarding the
borders, it was easy to make enemies. If the existence of their families were discovered, it
would be a disaster.
“He wasn’t a gambler. He was a hero,” James said softly, looking at the headstone.
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