Chapter 9 Your Father is Buried Here

"I'm just looking around. Mom, the banquet isn't over yet. Why are you back so early?"

"I don't like such occasions."

"Do you also not like the guys there?" Chuck asked tentatively.

"I don't like them," Jenny replied without hesitation. She knew that even if Frederick embarrassed himself in front of others, with Frederick's strength and status, it was just a trivial matter that would pass by easily.

Then would Dad still have a chance? Alas, even a child would have a headache. Chuck felt worried.

The next day, after breakfast, Jenny took a taxi through the bustling city streets and headed for the suburbs in the distance with her two children.

The towering buildings quickly faded from view, replaced by rows of unorganized bungalows, endless fields, and distant mountains.

The car finally stopped at a cemetery, where surrounded by lush plants and was very quiet.