Chapter 1770 Visiting The Cemetery


    Meanwhile, behind the wheel, Vivian didn''t know where to go-Zachary hadn''t told her where they were going. With no clear destination, she simply kept driving, letting the open road decide their path.


    Usually a chatterbox, Zachary was uncharacteristically silent today, his gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside the window, lost in thoughts she couldn''t decipher.


    Several times, Vivian opened her mouth, wanting to offer him some words offort, but each time, she hesitated. In the end, the words remained lodged in her throat.


    She had never been skilled at consoling others. All she could do was quietly apany him, hoping he would find his own way to heal.


    "Take a right turn ahead." Zachary finally spoke.


    "Okay." Vivian did as told.


    Following his directions, Vivian continued driving until the road narrowed into a secluded, winding path.


    From a distance, she noticed a cemetery nestled halfway up the hill.


    "You can stop here," Zachary said quietly.


    "Okay."


    The car rolled to a halt, and he stepped out. Vivian followed suit, closing the door behind her before making her way to his side.


    "Where is this?" she asked.


    "The Sinir family cemetery," Zachary replied, his voice void of emotion.


    Vivian fell into step behind him, remaining silent.


    They walked past rows of tombstones until Zachary finally stopped in front of one. Here, a coupley buried side by side.


    Vivian''s gazended on the two ck-and-white portraits engraved in the stone- one on the left, one on the right. The man and woman bore a striking resemnce to Zachary, appearing to be in their twenties or thirties.


    They had passed away far too soon, their lives cut short in their prime.


    Zachary stood still, his gaze locked onto the etched portraits of his parents. His expression remained unreadable as he softly called out, "Dad, Mom."


    Vivian stepped up beside him and spoke. "I''m Vivian, Zachary''s wife."


    She had never visited the Sinir family cemetery before. Ever since their marriage, George-knowing her aversion torge gatherings-had alwaysbeen considerate, allowing her to return to the Kennedy residence during asions like Halloween or All Souls'' Day.


    Zachary turned slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. "Why did you..."


    Before he could finish, Vivian cut in, "What do you mean? I''m just stating facts. I am your wife, so of course, I have to introduce myself properly to your parents."


    Zachary found himself gazing at Vivian''s cherubic face, and for reasons he couldn''t quite understand, a rare smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.


    In the past, Vivian had thought Zachary''s smile carried an air of arrogance, almost insincere. But today, she found him charming.


    Turning back to the tombstones, Zachary spoke with quiet conviction. "Yes, she''s my wife now. I''ve settled down, built a career. You''d be proud of me, wouldn''t you?"


    A gentle breeze swept through, rustling the leaves and brushing against his skin.


    It was almost as if his parents were answering him.


    Vivian smiled softly. "Of course, they would. Seeing you standing here-strong, sessful, and healthy-is all they could ever wish for."


    Zachary nodded.


    For the first time that day, the weight on his heart seemed a little lighter.


    Vivian reached out, her fingers curling gently around his arm. She turned to the gravestone and spoke with quiet sincerity. "Mom, Dad, rest easy. I''ll take good care of Zachary."


    Zachary''s arm tensed beneath Vivian''s touch, his muscles going rigid for a brief moment. His gaze lingered on her, reluctant to look away.


    They remained in front of the tombstone for a long while before finally leaving.


    As soon as Vivian settled into the driver''s seat, she turned to him. "I''m hungry. Let''s get something to eat. I know this amazing Cadrexian restaurant-want to go together?"


    She wasn''t really hungry, but Zachary hadn''t eaten all day. That concerned her. Zachary nodded. "Alright."


    At the restaurant, Vivian wasted no time ordering. A te of zing hot barbecue arrived at their table, followed by an assortment of side dishes-each one drenched in fiery spices.


    Zachary stared at the spicy feast before him, gasping.


    "You enjoy spicy food this much?" he asked, eyeing her warily.