GoodReadWhich mother didn’t love her daughter? Bella was no exception.
But, wounded by her past, Bella's protective instincts for Dorothy had reached an obsessive level- a love so fierce she would rather perish than see her daughter trapped in a loveless marriage, fearing that Dorothy would end up in a situation similar to her own. How could this not be love? It was just that Bella wasn't one to mince words.
Every time she spoke, it seemed like scolding was the only way to make her daughter learn and truly understand.
"Mom, do you get lonely down there all by yourself?" Dorothy ran her fingers over the gravestone, tears welling up in her eyes. "Don't worry, I'll ensure the one responsible for your death joins you soon. I've thought it over — if justice prevails, | can forgive myself, move on, and start anew. But if not, I... | have another path to take.” In any case, those who had wronged her mother would not get away with it! Determination and resolution shone in Dorothy's eyes.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBella not only gave birth to Dorothy but also raised her. There was no way Dorothy would let the sins be buried and allow the culprits to gloat over their deeds! Kenneth had been waiting quietly at the cemetery’s edge.
The groundskeepers all knew him, waving as they passed, "Mr. Nelson, visiting your mother-in-law again, | see!" He'd respond with a smile, offering no explanations or denials.
After a long wait, he saw Dorothy descending from the hill.
"Are your legs numb?" He noticed Dorothy was walking a bit awkwardly.
She nodded, "Yeah, | talked with my mom a bit too long, forgot to shift my stance.” "Let me help you so you don't fall.” The cemetery was atop a hill, and the path down was always a slope.
Dorothy initially waved off the offer, but after a few steps, she twisted her ankle.
"Should | carry you?" "No, no need," Dorothy shook her head but, for safety's sake, she accepted his arm for support.
As they walked down, they encountered others who recognized Kenneth and waved.
"Do you know everyone here?" Dorothy asked.
"Well, I'm here often. If a storm hits and it pours too hard to leave, they let me wait it out in the cemetery office. Got to know them after a while." Dorothy was at a loss for words.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"They've all been looking after Bella! If | can’t make it, they clean the gravestone on schedule, really kind-hearted folks." Dorothy looked up at him and smiled, "My mom would be so happy. She liked things clean. | remember when she was in the local hospital, she frequently insisted on having baths. But due to limited facilities, daily showers weren't convenient. Eventually, she just settled for wipes, from morning till night.” "Yes, | noticed that. When | visited her at the hospital, she was always busy with her washcloth." "Thank you for taking care of her for so long." "It's nothing! | figured I'd accept your thanks this time, or else you wouldn't know how often to repeat it!" Dorothy felt helpless, sensing Kenneth treated her like a child, always using that gentle, cajoling tone.
As they approached the road, Dorothy looked up, searching for where her car was parked.
Suddenly! She caught sight of a black Maybach speeding away from the cemetery.
The car moved too quickly for her to catch the license plate number.
But Everett often rode in a Maybach.
Could he have been here too? "What are you looking at?" Kenneth asked softly.
"Nothing! I've finished paying my respects to Bella, and I'm preparing to pack up and head to Swevia Country with Everett."
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