?Chapter 852:


    It wasn’t until several minutes passed that a sound finally broke from her lips—a heart-wrenching sob that seemed to echo through the stillness, raw and full of anguish.


    Her cries were unrestrained, each oneced with sorrow so profound it felt like it could tear the air apart. Anyone who heard them would feel the weight of her grief in their bones.


    She didn’t know how long she cried, but when her sobs gradually subsided, she shakily rose to her feet, her legs unsteady beneath her. Her gaze shifted toward Yvonne, her voice barely a whisper.


    “Where is Jeffrey’s grave? I need to see him.”


    Yvonne, her eyes clouded with sorrow, nodded. “I’ll take you there.” She and An stayed close as they walked.


    The grave rested peacefully on a hill, surrounded by a quiet, almost sacredndscape. The air was still as they climbed the gentle slope, the sound of their footsteps the only thing breaking the silence. Yvonne pointed to a simple tombstone.


    “That’s where he’s buried.”


    Rachel stared at the nk stone, her heart tightening in her chest.


    Uncover your next adventure at gα?ησν????s


    “Why… why is there nothing on it?”


    Yvonne’s voice trembled as she exined, “Back then, you were so determined to leave Brian, to disappear from his reach. I told him you were dead, that this was your resting ce. That’s why there’s no inscription. Another reason was that I knew you’d eventually find out the truth, and I wanted you to decide what should be written.”


    Rachel absorbed Yvonne’s words in silence, then nodded slowly, her emotions swirling.


    “Thank you for bringing me here. But I… I need some time alone with him. I want to talk to him.”


    Both Yvonne and An nodded, stepping back in understanding. Rachel knelt before the grave, her hands gently tracing the cold, smooth stone as if she could reach through it and touch him. Her voice cracked as she finally spoke, the wordsced with all the grief she had carried inside for so long.


    “Jeffrey… I’vee to see you. I’m sorry. I came toote. You’ve probably been waiting for me, haven’t you? It’s all my fault. I miss you so much. No one told me the truth. I kept waiting for you, believing in them, trusting them… but they lied to me. I had everything nned for when we’d finally be together. I was going to bring you home, make your favorite meal, and visit our old ce. But you left me. I didn’t even get to say goodbye.”


    Rachel spent what felt like hours alone with Jeffrey, her words soft murmurs carried only by the winds.


    Yvonne and An, understanding the weight of her sorrow, stayed back, offering her the space she needed. They sat quietly, their presence little more than a distantfort.


    But as the silence stretched on, and the cemetery felt unusually still, they exchanged concerned nces before standing up.


    .


    .


    .