The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 465

Carson was out of the ICU, his spirits suddenly much improved, and everyone knew exactly what that meant.

He was already clamoring to be discharged, insisting they accompany him to a specific place.

The cemetery on the west side of town.

Penelope didn't want to go, but Carson held her hand and refused to let go, deliberately playing the pity card until she relented.

"You're a terrible old man!" she said, her voice choked with emotion.

Carson laughed. "If I'm so terrible, I suppose I'll go straight to hell when I die."

"Don't say such things," Penelope chided, frowning. "You were, at the very least, a good husband and a good father."

In the early winter cemetery, everything had withered, leaving only bare tombstones.

For once, Mrs. Stapleton remained lucid, barely reacting even when she saw Penelope. She pushed Carson's wheelchair ahead of her, neither of them speaking, their gazes fixed on a distant point.

Theodore and Penelope followed behind, ready to lend a hand if Mrs. Stapleton struggled with the chair.

No one spoke the entire way.

When they finally reached Lorraine's grave, the sight of the photograph on the headstone shattered Mrs. Stapleton's composure.

"What is this place? It's so cold here! Lorraine isn't here, she's at home waiting for us!"

Even after twenty years, Mrs. Stapleton still couldn't accept the reality of her daughter's death.

Muttering to herself, she turned to leave, but Carson grabbed her hand.

"Renata, have you forgotten again? Lorraine passed away. It's been twenty years."

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