Scrambling to Be the Father of His Ex-Wife's Kid novel Chapter 935

He shook his head. "I was in a rush when I came out of the house."

"I’ll drive later, then. You can have your breakfast.”

As we were in a rush to leave the house, Miss Woods told us to take our breakfast and eat on the road.

Keith shook his head to refuse. "I’m not very hungry right now. I can eat when we're there."

I thought about it and said, "I can take Munchkin there by myself. You probably need to go visit your deceased relatives too, right?”

Keith smiled. "The ones who are important to me and whom I care about are still around. My parents can go by themselves. Juniors like us don't need to."

The ones who were most important were still around. Those were probably the most beautiful words anyone could say on this beautiful day. The greatest fortune i n life was to have those we cared about and loved still around. It was great not having to experience death and separation, not having to mourn for the dead in the monsoon season, less so go through heartache and pain.

Halfway through the drive, Keith said, "I investigated Jackie last night. He’s from Whaldorf City. His

personal information is kept confidential, so I can’t access it for now. A friend told me that he once saw him beside Frank."

I frowned. "Could he be Frank's assistant?"

After a pause, I made a bold guess. "If he’s Frank’s assistant, then it all makes sense. The Fredericks were auctioning off this box in order to find its pair."

Keith pondered for a moment and slowly said, "It's hard to say."

It was close to noon when we arrived at the cemetery. I t was a sunny day, and the sun was out in full force. I was enveloped in warmness when I got out of the car.

Munchkin had a good memory. He remembered that h e had been here before.

I took him to pay our respects to Grandma first. The photograph on the tombstone was still clear. The old woman was smiling kindly. I cast my mind back to the time when she was still alive. She would often hold me to say something personal to me. Tears welled up in my eyes.

Munchkin looked up at me and asked curiously, ” Mommy, will we all die?"

Munchkin was just like me when I was young, not knowing what death meant.