Chapter 136- A Cruel Diagnosis
Janet changed into a simple outfit and left the house. She hailed a taxi and headed straight to the cemetery on the outskirts of the city.
It had been days since she last visited Cornelia. Somehow, the path felt colder now... more desolate.
Clutching her coat tighter around her body, Janet stepped carefully through the fallen yellow leaves, making her way up the stone steps toward the heart of the graveyard. The air was crisp, silent, and heavy with memories.
From a distance, she saw a figure standing in front of Cornelia’s grave—stooped, aged, and fragile.
Harold.
Her breath caught for a moment.
She remembered the last time she came here... the bouquet of lilies. So it had been him.
He must have loved Cornelia, after all.
Janet quietly approached and stopped just behind him. Harold seemed to sense her presence. He turned slightly, and when their eyes met, his expression faltered. His suit was wrinkled, no longer as pristine as usual, and the scratch marks across his face were unmistakable signs of Anila’s rage.
He looked like a man who had lost everything.
"Janet... you’re here," he said softly, his voice tinged with guilt.