In Love, Never Say Never (Ashton Fuller and Scarlett Stovall) novel Chapter 1679

Chapter 1679 Reunion

Perhaps he was right. Life and death were a part of nature, and everything had its destined fate. Should there be any wrong step in between, we would never be able to feel each other’s warmth and heartbeat as what we were doing now.

Only after visiting the seniors of the Fullers and Winona did we depart to Macy’s cemetery.

After years in and years out, the black-and-white photo of Macy at her best age at the tombstone remained undamaged.

Instantaneously, countless memories welled up inside my heart. I walked over, put the flower in my hand down, and crouched down. Then, I extended my hand to touch the tombstone with the hope of being able to feel her warmth again by doing so.

As I looked at the photo, I started to mumble uncontrollably, “It’s been so long since I last visited you. I bet you must be mad at me, right? You should stay safe and live well in the other world. Stop worrying about me. Ashton’s nice to me, and we have got a pair of adorable twins now. I’m sure that you’ll like them once you meet them.”

At the mention of the children, I raised my head to look at Summer before continuing, “Summer is fine as well. She’s a Math genius and has started her business now. In the future, she’ll surely be a lady boss of the bar that is much younger than you.”

I sniffled to suppress my tears from rolling down my face. Next, I beckoned Summer to come over. “Come closer, Summer. Let Macy have a good look at you. Do you still remember that I brought you here when you were younger?”

“Yes.” Summer nodded before approaching me and putting down the white Lily in her hands.

When she raised her head to look at the photo, a rare gentle smile bloomed on her face. Calmly and naturally, she continued, “I’ve never forgotten about it.”

If Macy heard her remarks, she would surely feel comforted. Even if Macy couldn’t live in Summer’s memory as her mother, Macy would always have a special place in her heart.

Perhaps it was the telepathy between the mother and her daughter. After a mere two seconds, Summer touched the photo subconsciously and said absentmindedly, “Mommy, do I look a lot like Aunt Macy?”

I blurted out, “You do. You’re basically a replica of her. When you were first born to this world, she adores you a lot, even making you her goddaughter. In fact, nothing is wrong if you call her mom.”