Chapter 570
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Chapter 570:
Rola told me the fall was from such a height that his body must have been shattered, and that was why they never found it.
Now that I thought about it carefully, the explanation sounded absurd.
My father, a man who had molded his daughter into a warrior, a man whose spirit never bent under pressure, would never throw his life away because of money.
My grip tightened painfully against the edge of the gravestone.
𝘛𝗁𝗲 𝗯еs𝘁 𝗋еa𝘥𝘪ոg е𝗑р𝘦𝗿іe𝗇ce 𝗼𝗇 𝘨𝗮𝗅𝗇𝗈𝘃e𝗹ѕ.𝘤𝗈𝗺
My eyes remained fixed on the engraved name before me, my tone turning frigid.
“They say you ended your own life. I refuse to accept that, and I don’t believe you ever went bankrupt either.”
I would uncover the truth.
I would make certain my father received the justice he deserved, no matter what I had to destroy in the process.
I remained beside the grave until the freezing mountain air seeped through my clothes and into my body.
By the time I finally stood up, my legs had gone stiff from sitting too long. Pins and needles shot through them, nearly throwing me off balance as I staggered forward.
“Watch yourself.”
Frank, who had apparently stayed close by the entire time, reached me within seconds and caught my arm firmly.
The trail leading down from the cemetery was steep, and the overnight moisture still clung to the stone path. Moss coated the steps, making them dangerously slick.
I instinctively tried to pull away from him, but after only a couple of steps, my foot clipped against an uneven stone. A painful snap twisted through my ankle, and agony immediately spread up my leg, leaving sweat across my forehead.
Frank frowned. “Your injury hasn’t recovered yet. Stop pretending you’re fine and lean on me.”
There was no arguing with the firmness in his voice. He pulled my arm across his shoulders and supported most of my weight as we slowly descended the mountain together.
Along the way, several gardeners working near the flowerbeds looked up and greeted him cheerfully. “Frank, is that your girlfriend?”
My body stiffened instantly, and I looked toward him.
Frank remained perfectly calm. He simply acknowledged them with a nod instead of correcting the assumption. Then he quietly explained to me, “The rain around here has been terrible these past few years. Sometimes the roads become impossible to cross, so I’d stay with them overnight. After a while, we became familiar with each other. Whenever I can’t make it here, they help clean around the grave.”
Emotion tightened painfully in my chest. Staring at his unwavering expression, I spoke sincerely. “Frank… really, thank you. These things should have been my duty.”
He glanced at me with amusement flickering in his eyes. “Since you’re feeling this guilty, I’ll gladly accept the gratitude. But stop saying it isn’t worth it. Hearing that repeatedly hurts more than you’d think.”
A quiet, bitter laugh escaped me, but I said nothing in return.
As we neared the cemetery parking area, the sharp roar of an engine suddenly tore through the silence.
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