Chapter 432 - 428: Did Mommy Cry?
Chapter 432 - 428: Did Mommy Cry?
Chapter 432: Chapter 428: Did Mommy Cry?
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“So, Grandpa and Grandma, don’t blame me!”
“What they owe our family, I’ll always make them repay!”
“If it’s not settled in one go, then two times, three times… If I could, I don’t want them to repay anything, as long as they could bring my parents back to me, then I wouldn’t pursue anything…”
Richelle’s parents passed away when she was just over three years old. For many children, there isn’t enough time for their parents’ impressions and memories to leave a mark.
Richelle was fortunate; her memory started early, so in her mind, there were many happy memories of her parents showering her with love.
It was these memories that gave her the courage to carry on.
They let her believe, in those dark days, that one day she would break free and live.
“Grandpa and Grandma, if you know what’s happening from beyond the grave, you won’t blame me, right?”
Richelle knew that her grandparents actually suspected that their older son killed their younger son.
However, they were already old and even if they were suspicious, they were powerless to change anything or do anything about it.
They couldn’t even spend more time with their beloved young granddaughter.
“But you don’t have to worry about me. I’m doing really well now. I have someone who loves me and protects me. He’s just like you and my parents, never letting me suffer the slightest bit and wanting to give me the best things in the world.”
“The kids are also great, well-behaved, thoughtful, and kind-hearted. They’re just like the children you would like…”
As Richelle poured her heart out in front of the tombstone, the children peeked out from under the big tree from time to time to check on her.
“Daddy, is mommy crying?”
Tifanny had been picked up by Roy, so she could see more clearly than her two brothers.
Roy also saw Richelle wiping the corner of her eye, but he couldn’t be sure whether she was wiping away tears or not.
“I don’t know, but if she’s not happy and sad, it’s okay to cry…”
Tifanny tilted her head and thought for a moment, “Yeah… crying makes me feel better and helps me sleep well!”
Timothy looked up and tugged on his sister’s little hand, “Sister, you’re a crybaby pig…”
Tifanny didn’t refute, but in fact, she rarely cried.
Firstly, everyone at home pampered her and complied with her wishes, so she hardly had a chance to feel wronged.
Secondly, she was actually more resilient and stronger than people thought she was.
Timmy looked at Timothy, then at his dad, and couldn’t help but ask,
“Daddy, do we really not need to worry about mommy?”
Roy nodded, “Yep, mommy just wants to act spoiled with her grandparents for a bit.”
As he said this, Roy felt a bit sad and sympathetic.
Richelle was his precious treasure. If possible, he wished to give her everything he had.
However, there were some things he couldn’t give her, no matter how powerful he was.
For example, a parent’s love and the selfless pampering from blood relatives.
The two sons stood by his legs, and the family of four stood on the top of the hill, staring from afar at Richelle, who was whispering in front of the tombstone.
Richelle had been holding back for a long time. Sitting there, she talked about herself, Roy, and the three children, and also shared her experiences throughout the years in South Asia.
She told her grandparents that she was now a doctor who saved lives and healed the wounded.
Although it wasn’t particularly great, she had always tried her best to help each patient in pain and despair find hope for life.
After a long, continuous chatter, Richelle suddenly looked up and saw the tall man under the shade of the tree with the three little ones, standing there like Husband-Waiting-Stone.
She raised her hand and waved at the one big and three little ones.
Then, she knelt neatly on the cushion and kowtowed to her grandparents’ photo three more times.
“Grandpa and Grandma, that’s all I wanted to talk to you about today. I’m going to find my three children and their father. You should be happy too!”
The past suffering had already gone by.
Ahead, even if the path wasn’t entirely smooth, having loved ones by her side was enough.
That afternoon, Roy had someone relocate the fake Richelle’s tomb to a scenic spot in the public cemetery.
By the time the family of five returned from Lordon to their home in Kindur, it was already evening.
Everyone took a bath and ate dinner together, lazing around on the living room couch and carpet.
Richelle’s WhatsApp messages beeped non-stop, as it turned out, Hugo Camrey was live-streaming the updates on WhatsApp.
“Richelle, Kiara went crazy at the Dunn’s cemetery at dusk!”
“I heard it’s because Master Lewis had the fake grave of yours removed, so she got agitated and started cursing like a madwoman at the cemetery. Then, she grabbed a shovel and started digging a hole there…”
Richelle sneered, “Digging a hole? Is she planning to bury herself alive?”
Richelle said this, but deep down, she knew the motive behind Kiara digging that hole.
It wasn’t until after ten o’clock in the evening that Hugo’s live updates showed Jayden and his son taking a mud-covered Kiara back from the cemetery.
“I heard she was digging and suddenly jumped into the hole herself. Is this her atonement and confession?”
Richelle didn’t believe that Kiara had a repentant heart, “Don’t count on it.. Those vicious people will never repent unless they’re facing the moment of their execution!”