Scrambling to Be the Father of His Ex-Wife's Kid novel Chapter 936

After taking Munchkin to pay respects to Mother, I brought him to Cecilia's grave.

Although it had been three years, Cecilia's tombstone still looked brand new and there were no weeds around it.

Looking at the photo of the sweet-smiling woman on the tombstone, tears welled up in my eyes.

Cecilia's death was the most difficult for me to accept. She was supposed to live a great life.

I could never stop hating Mason or learn to understand him. Why did he only know how to cherish someone after losing them?

Perhaps he had never loved Cecilia or Samantha. He merely felt guilty about them. Unable to escape the condemnation of his own conscience, he allowed the demons to devour him.

If the two of them were still alive, he would probably remain cold and indifferent to them. Perhaps they might have even turned into strangers.

On my way back, I bumped into the man with the cold temperament again.

His car was parked in front of the graveyard. It was a black Rolls-Royce. He was sitting inside, watching

Munchkin and me.

Seeing that I had stopped in my tracks, he put on his shades, rolled up the car window, and drove off.

Although I was curious as to how this man knew Mother, I did not have the strong urge to know the answer. Hence, I was not very concerned either.

On our way back, Keith said, "Mrs. Grant, Mr. Grant wants me to book flight tickets for tonight for you and Munchkin. Is that okay?"

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Why did this man not seek my opinion first?

Was he afraid that I would decline and he would start a fight with me on the phone?

He seemed to be overthinking. I helplessly said, "Book them, then."

We had visited the cemetery anyway and I had nothing left to do in Salt City, so it was fine to leave.