Beyond the Divorce

I didn't know whether to admire Grace's shrewdness or blher for being confused. She had been suppressed and bullied by the Murphys her entire life, but it seemed she had also becshrewd. What a wise move she made.

But what difference did it make? Her fate couldn't be changed now.

I glanced at the date on the report and couldn't help but chuckle.

Grace knew the outcwell in advance-even before she arrived to see Ava. After seeing the results, I assumed she realized the pain and longing she felt for Ava. She ultimately made the best decision for her final journey.

I didn't want to consider what would happen if the results on that paper were different. People make mistakes, and this may be her way of making amends. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Her life was pitiful, and even in death, she had nothing. Perhaps the only things left were the ones in front of me.

I reached for the bank book, chuckled, and slowly opened it.

When I saw the set of numbers, I was genuinely surprised. The amount was a considerable sum, even for me. I scrutinized it, and there were only deposits, no withdrawals.

It was evident how important money was to her, but ultimately, she left this substantial amount for Ava. It showed the special place Ava held in her heart and the high expectations she had for her granddaughter.

Even Grace probably never thought that one day, the money earned fromwould ultimately return to me. Perhaps this was fate. I was stunned for a long tbefore putting away these things and leaving the room.

Atlas walked over, scrutinizing my face. I smiled and whispered to him, "Sorry for making you worry." He stayed silent, gently embracingand patting my back.

After a while, I told my family, "We need to move on with our lives. We don't need to attend Grace's funeral." We, indeed, didn't show up at the funeral. Johnson handled everything. It was hastily done, and she was buried in Haven Cemetery. The day after the burial, I brought my family to pay respects. The newly developed cemetery seemed desolate but serene. On the tombstone, Grace's photo showed her smiling kindly.

I had Ava bid her farewell. The only person in the Murphy family who truly cared for Ava was gone.

Ava asked, "Mommy, why is Grandma's picture here? Where did she go?" I sadly told her, "This is Grandma's home. will live here from now on. She won't stay with us anymore. We can only chere to see her if we miss her." ŚwShe looked at her grandma's photo, pouting. There were tears in her eyes. "What if I want to eat Grandma's delicious food?" I wiped my eyes. "Then, Mommy will cook them for you! Grandma has already taughthow." She still stared at the photo as if communicating with Grace from afar.

Atlas stepped forward, picked her up, and softly said, "Let's go." We finally left the cemetery. Ava hugged Atlas's neck and waved to the tombstone-this was the real farewell.

Back from the cemetery, I took a shower, andr my spirit lifted. I feltet brighter, and the pressure on my heart dissipated slowly. S The next day, I had just arrived at the company, and Matthew showed up at my doorstep. He cto plead on behalf of Melanie.