No Mercy No Forgiveness (Maureen) novel Chapter 49

“Hey handsome…”

Jacob thoughtfully handed her a tissue: “Wipe your mouth, here.”

Katherine swallowed hard.

Maureen knew her best friend well–a hopeless flirt on the surface, but secretly pining for one man.

For that guy, at twenty–seven, Katherine hadn’t married or even dated.

“Come on in. This is my friend Katherine. No one else here.”

Maureen told Justin.

Justin glanced around the room.

Roy said politely, “Uncle Justin, tomorrow’s Memorial Day Weekend. Let’s celebrate together with some Holiday Stuffed Pastries.”

Justin’s stern features softened slightly.

“No, thank you.”

Maureen knew he preferred solitude and didn’t press further. She packed some pastries and handed them to him.

“Happy early Memorial Day then.”

“Mhm, thanks.”

Justin took the pastries and walked away.

After he left, Katherine mused, “That guy doesn’t strike me as a bodyguard.”

“How so?”

“Just a feeling… hard to explain…”

Maureen also sensed something different about him.

Though Justin had protected her for years, their interactions remained minimal beyond basic exchanges.

Their most significant contact occurred last time, when she’d taken medication…

Katherine’s phone rang abruptly.

She glanced at the screen – her father calling.

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“What is it?”

“You’re not getting younger. I’ve arranged a matchmaking session at the Country Club tomorrow, 9 AM.”

Katherine’s face darkened instantly: “I won’t go!”

“Do I sound like I’m asking?” Scott White’s voice turned icy. “Remember who funds your entire existence!

Stop being a White and get out if you refuse.”

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The grandfather clock chimed midnight as Katherine stared at the shattered phone screen. Scott’s final words still vi- brated in her bones – “Stop being a White“. She traced the family crest engraved on her platinum card, its falcon em- blem suddenly feeling like a brand. Downstairs, Maureen quietly reheated milk, the scent of vanilla and unresolved tension filling the townhouse.

Three streets away, Justin stood motionless before a granite tombstone, the Holiday Stuffed Pastries gleaming under moonlight like sacrificial offerings. His calloused fingers brushed against the engraved name Evelyn Lee as rain be- gan erasing fresh footprints around the grave.

Back at the townhouse, Katherine watched raindrops race down windowpanes. “He visits Arlington every Memorial Day,” Maureen murmured, placing steaming mugs on the coffee table. “His wife’s anniversary is tomorrow.” The un- spoken question hung between them: What kind of bodyguard carries this much sorrow?

Katherine’s laughter sounded hollow. “Father’s timing is impeccable as always.” She flicked the platinum card across the table where it skidded to a stop beside Maureen’s untouched mug. Outside, thunder rattled the foundations of the White empire.

Katherine clenched her phone tightly.

From childhood to adulthood, so many things had been beyond her control.

She’d put the call on speaker earlier, so Maureen had heard every word.

Katherine couldn’t hide her disappointment: “But I have plans tomorrow…”

The reason she was making Holiday Stuffed Pastries with Jacob now and had asked Maureen over was precisely be- cause she needed to find someone early tomorrow morning.

Jacob immediately chimed in: “Mommy, could you go for Aunt Katherine tomorrow?”

Katherine was stunned.

Maureen looked utterly bewildered: “Me… is that okay?”

Katherine seemed to grasp at this lifeline.

“Absolutely! I’ve been abroad for years and rarely come back. Those trust fund kids wouldn’t recognize me at all…”

“But…” Maureen still hesitated.

Surely both sides would have each other’s information for a blind date.

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Yet Katherine quickly cased her worries.

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“Don’t worry, I know how these setups work. Everyone’s just being dragged there by their parents. Dad didn’t even mention names just now, see?

The other side won’t bring it up either. It’s all just theater for the parents.‘

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Jacob looked earnestly at Maureen: “Mommy, chances like this are rare. What if it works out? Then Ethan and I could finally have a daddy.”

He didn’t want Maureen to keep exhausting herself taking care of him.

Though Uncle Roy wasn’t bad,

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