Love Beyond the Mask novel Chapter 1089

Parisa's eyes held a hidden coldness and sharpness. "Mom asked you, how long ago did he die, exactly?"

Why was she asking this suddenly?

Florence felt a chill run down her spine as Parisa's piercing gaze settled on her. Her eyes followed Parisa's previous line of sight and finally noticed the clue.

The tombstone was temporarily placed. Bryce was meticulous in his work, but the soil still showed signs of having been disturbed. Despite the grass covering it well, it wasn't enough to fool a woman as suspicious as Parisa.

Florence narrowed her eyes and quickly changed her tone, speaking with a sorrowful voice, "Mom, Uncle passed away six months ago.

A year ago, when I moved from Banyan City to Emperor City to reconnect with my father, that's when the hard times for Uncle and me began.

Later, Whitney cruelly took Uncle's life. At that time, Ludwik abandoned me and even sided with her.

I lost the only support I had, and I couldn't rely on my father.

In a rush, I collected Uncle's ashes and brought them back to Grandpa's place outside of Banyan City.

I didn't have time to give him a proper burial then, so I just buried Uncle's ashes under Grandpa's soil.

This new tombstone, I asked Mr. Lutz to make it for me, thinking that if I couldn't find Mom and ended up dying abroad, at least Uncle would have a place.

The tombstone must have been finished recently; that's why there are signs of fresh soil.

In any case... it was my mistake. I was overwhelmed at the time.

I'm sorry, Mom!"

Her explanation, cleverly woven, managed to cover the traces of the disturbed soil.

Parisa's furrowed brow didn't relax. Listening to Florence, her mind was filled with thoughts.

The predominant feeling was disbelief at how unreliable Florence seemed to be.

Her own uncle had died, and she hadn't buried him properly? A tombstone only recently put in place!

She stared at Florence, a hint of coldness in her eyes, even pointing at the grave to question, "Are your uncle's ashes really down there?"

Florence was taken aback.

Did she not believe her? Was she going to dig it up and check?

Florence discreetly swallowed, tears welling up, "Mom! I respected Uncle like a father; how could I lie about this? If you don't believe me, you can have someone dig up Grandpa's grave to see!

But I'm afraid it would disturb Grandpa. Starting off by digging up a grave isn't respectful to him..."

She spoke with such righteousness that Parisa stared at her for a long time before finally looking away.

Digging up a grave right after returning felt wrong, no matter what.

Although she had her doubts, Florence was still her daughter. She couldn't believe she'd be so heartless towards her uncle.

The ashes should have been brought back, right?

Parisa felt a heaviness in her heart, gently tracing her finger over her brother's new tombstone. She glanced at her father's burial plot and the care given by the cemetery staff. She stood up, dissatisfied. "How can your uncle and grandpa be crammed into one place? You didn't think this through. Why didn't you buy an adjacent plot as well?

I see the space next to it is still empty."

"I..." Florence was at a loss for words. Keegan wasn't even dead, and she couldn't care less about Faulkner's burial plot.

Parisa pressed her aching temples, giving a cool command, "Florence, go down to the cemetery office now and buy the adjacent plot at a high price. While I'm here today, I want to have your uncle properly reburied."

"Mom, are you really going to stay here and oversee this?" Florence's eyes widened.

The urn for Keegan was empty!

Parisa frowned in annoyance. Why did she always feel like Florence was indifferent to her family?