Chapter 22
On the morning of Sylvia’s burial, Adrien stepped out of his house,
He shaved his beard, trimmed his hair, took a shower, and changed into a set of black clothes.
After going downstairs, he threw away the trash he had gathered, then looked up and stared for a long, long time at the room on the seventh floor with the blue curtains.
As the first rays of morning sunlight rose, he turned around, took out his keys from his pocket, removed the little doll attached to them, and tossed the keys into the sewer.
After that, he entered the garage and drove straight to Woodlawn Cemetery.
He didn’t know which plot was Sylvia’s, so he had to start from the lowest section and search one by one.
When he climbed halfway up the hill and saw Davina bowing, he finally felt himself relax.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead, walked over step by step, and softly called, Mom.
Davina ignored him.
She squatted down, placed the bouquet of lilies she was holding in front of the gravestone, then took out a handker- chief and wiped away the dirt and dust from the stone.
Only after she had cleaned the gravestone until it was spotless did she stand up and look at Adrien’s empty hands.
“What are you doing here?”
Her tone was cold, as if she were speaking to a passing stranger.
Adrien didn’t mind.
From the moment he saw his mother, his gaze had never left her.
But Davina didn’t look at his face, so she had no idea what complicated emotions were in his eyes at that moment.
He took a gentle breath, suppressed the sourness rising in his chest, and tried to act as if nothing was wrong.
“Just came to see you.”
“I’m not dead yet.”
Hearing the word ‘dead‘ in this place, Adrien’s hand, hidden in his sleeve, trembled slightly.
He forced a faint smile.
“Why would you say something like that, Mom? You’ll live a long life and stay healthy for many years to come,”
Only after hearing this did Davina finally look up at him, her face tense.
“You can still smile? Did you drink so much that you ruined your brain?”

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