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Meanwhile, at the Stonebridge City Cemetery.
All the guests who had cto pay their respects were in place, and the funeral director had timed everything
perfectly to start the burial ceremony at 10 a.m. sharp.
Robert knelt in front of Penelope's gravestone, watching her crystal casket lower into the grave, and quietly
stared at his mother's photograph. He didn't say a word, nor did he shed a tear. But Marguerite felt that his
silhouette was exceptionally bleak and lonely.
The winter chill was always biting, and as the wind blew, it whipped up a flurry of dried leaves, adding a somber
and oppressive atmosphere to the cemetery. Even after all the guests had paid their respects and left, Robert
remained kneeling there, in silent solitude. Miley, looking on, felt a profound sadness, leaning on Jocelyn's
shoulder, silently sobbing.
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Frederick laid down a bunch of daisies, and after bowing, Chuck approached to remind him, "Mr. Winston, we
need to head to the airport now." Frederick nodded slightly, then looked back at Marguerite with concern. Seeing
her in tears, he reached out to gently wipe them away.
"Should | go?" he asked.
Marguerite sniffled, "Yes."
"Yuna's on her way. Whatever you plan to do, think about the consequences, okay?"
It seemed Frederick had misunderstood.
"How could | possibly stir trouble at a tlike this? Don't worry, I've got it under control."
Frederick, still looking worried, nodded slightly, but Marguerite felt a pang of regret. She had wanted him to
witness Yuna being brought to justice. But work was pressing for Frederick. This could wait until his return.
Not long after Frederick left, a black SUV rolled into the cemetery. Yuna, supporting Hackett, emerged from the
back seat. Half a month had passed, and Hackett had aged considerably, his formerly robust frnow stooped.
Penelope's death had clearly taken a toll on him, but he couldn't stay away and had cto pay his respects.
Upon seeing them, Robert quickly stood and carefully helped Hackett to the gravestone. The old man cried out in
sorrow, leaning on Penelope's gravestone, weeping inconsolably.
"Penelope, you've really gone... you've left us..."
Hackett's voice was filled with immense pain, tugging at everyone's heartstrings. But Marguerite's gaze was
fixed on Yuna. She stood at the edge, clearly reluctant, as if she had a strong aversion to Penelope's gravestone.
Especially her evasive gaze, as if fearing Penelope would rise from her grave to claim her life.
When a funeral worker handed her a white chrysanthemum, her expression changed tically, and she
staggered towards Penelope's gravestone, collapsing to her knees.
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"Mom! How could you leave us? Do you know how Dad and | have been coping these past days? Crying every
day! Dad's fallen ill because of it, and | keep seeing you! Mom, | miss you! But life is so hard, just enjoy paradise
and don't cback! I'll take care of Dad, Mom!"
Hearing Yuna's insincere words, Marguerite clenched her fists in anger. Yuna's words sounded sweet, wishing
Penelope well in heaven, but in reality, she was fed up with the hallucinations, feeling guilty and panicked! Now
was the perfect tto bring Yuna to justice!
Marguerite immediately took out her phone to text Abbey, asking her to bring the police in and take Yuna away.
But before she could finish her message, a mocking voice cfrom behind.
"Yuna, you really do play the grieving daughter to the hilt. Do you really have no clue how President Penelope
died, or is it just your guilty conscience?"
Marguerite turned to see a woman in a flowing white dress making her way through the crowd. It was Violet!
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