Burn Me Once Burn With Me (Ruby Grayson) novel Chapter 471

“Didn’t you say you wanted to visit your grandmother’s old house?”

Maybe it was because they'd just come from the cemetery, but Ruby’s voice was soft, almost weightless.

She pointed ahead. “It’s right here.”

Fanny glanced at her, concern flickering in her eyes.

Following Ruby inside, they were greeted by the fresh scent of grass and flowers, lingering in the air.

Ruby inhaled deeply, her gaze drifting toward a patch of muddy earth nearby.

A blanket of flower petals covered the ground—remnants of her grandmother’s beloved garden. Since her passing, no one had tended these delicate blooms; they had withered without care.

Ruby's eyes trembled. She stepped forward and walked into the house.

As she pushed the door open, a wave of dust rose to meet them.

It hadn’t been long since her last visit, but the place felt abandoned, the musty air thick and unmoving.

Even Landon, usually so lively, instinctively softened his steps as he crossed the wooden floorboards.

“So, what brings you here?” he asked quietly. “Are you looking for something?”

Ruby looked up at him, her eyes clear and direct.

Meeting her gaze, Landon felt a ripple of emotion stir inside him. He shook his head. “No. I’m just here to fulfill my grandfather’s last wish. I’m not searching for anything.”

At least, not anything he could admit out loud. What he really sought was a person.

He swallowed those words, letting them die in his throat.

Ruby frowned slightly and looked away.

But Fanny suddenly seemed to notice something. She walked straight across the room, purposeful.

Ruby followed, curiosity flickering across her face, and the two of them stopped in front of an old-fashioned table. Its wooden surface was covered with a layer of glass, beneath which lay a collection of faded photographs.

Landon joined them, but once his eyes landed on the photos, he couldn’t look away.

Every picture was of Ruby as a child.

Even then, she hadn’t been the lively sort; in every photo, her smile was gentle, her brows softly arched—always so serene.

A wave of emotion washed over Landon. He remembered his grandfather’s words before he passed.

“Your future wife is probably there, too!”

Even with life slipping away, his grandfather’s eyes still shone with an uncanny brightness.

Landon had gripped his hand tightly. He knew, as the old saying went, that these were a dying man’s final flashes of clarity.

Sure enough, after a burst of laughter, his grandfather was gone.

He died with his eyes wide open, tears streaming down his cheeks.

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