She was a strong woman who had constantly been disparaged for only starring in R-rated movies, but she had never lost her will.
Also, she was a woman who had pulled herself up by her bootstrap at a young age, but despite all the things she was, she turned into the world’s most fragile woman when she met with the nicest man in the world.
In order to marry him, she gave up her citizenships and cut ties with the foreign diplomats and royalty that she was on good terms with. Despite giving up so much, she still never got to fulfill her wish.
It took a long time for Michael to understand everything. His father had died, but his strong mother withstood her sadness and pain to arrange everything for her children.
She had chosen her own grave, one that was across the Memorial Garden. Also, she wanted a statue erected by her tombstone, one that would face her own husband’s grave, so that they would look at each other forever.
They hadn’t been able to be together when they were alive, and yet even in death, they couldn’t be reunited. And so, she would just settle for being able to look at him from a distance.
She then picked a place. Dressed in a wedding gown that she would never be able to wear, she quietly killed herself with her wedding photo with Theo in her arms while listening to a recording that Theo had left her before his departure. After her death, her corneas and other organs were donated.
Michael constantly wondered whether Theo Fletcher would have automatically accepted that herculean task in order to marry Elizabeth Murray if the Fletchers had accepted them from the get-go. Perhaps he wouldn’t have died, and neither would Elizabeth as well; their lives would most likely have been different.
Unfortunately, there were no ‘what-ifs’ in this world.
Old Master Fletcher knew that this topic had touched on things that Michael didn’t want to hear, so he hastily changed the topic. “I’ve introduced a few potential fiances to Sophia. I told them to get to know Sophia, so help me vet them.”
“Oh. Erm… Right, yes I will. I’ll help you to vet them properly!”
Michael’s heart still sat heavy in his chest after he hung up the call, even though he knew that no one was responsible for the situation they were in now; Theo and Elizabeth weren’t at fault, and neither were the Fletchers for standing by their opinion. Old Master Fletcher had done a lot for Michael and his sister as well, so he wasn’t at fault either. If someone had to be blamed, then perhaps it should be god.
He could forgive Old Master Fletcher, but he couldn’t forgive the Fletcher Family!
Most importantly, the old man had actually found many potential fiances for Sophia, so he would definitely help the old man to properly ‘vet’ them.
When night fell, Stanley came over again. He had seen Michael’s Tweet. Since Michael had just come back from Africa, his home was sure to have a feast.
He wasn’t the only one who came either, for he had also brought Sean and his dog along.
“Uncle, I really hadn’t hidden Sophia’s matchmaking from you on purpose. I just thought that those wimpy guys were no match for you, and Sophia’s resolute with her stance. You definitely won’t be kicked out of the picture! I’ve been helping you to watch her during all those matchmaking attempts!
See how loyal I am! Uncle, look how hard it is to run a business. I’ve gotten thinner because of it. Please consider doing a bit of charity and pop open that 82 year-old bottle of Château Lafite-Rothschild for me.”
Stanley immediately kissed up to Michael the moment he showed up. Also, he had expressed his loyalty, fearing that Michael would shift his anger onto him because of Sophia’s matchmaking.
Michael was angry when he found out about Sophia’s matchmaking, but he was still confident in his own charms. How could that gaggle of prissy men match up to him? Still, he was furious that no one bothered to tell him about something as important as this.
However, Stanley’s heroic deed from last time managed to rein in Michael’s anger a little.
Ever since Phantom Wolf’s leader fled, they checked all the hospitals nearby, and indeed, there was a patient who had been warded for a gunshot wound to his groin.
Although all videos and photos had been lost by the time they rushed over, and the doctor who had been treating the patient died in a sudden car accident, they found out through a medical report that that patient would be unable to procreate for the rest of his life.
Stanley had put a stop to a bloodline of terror all with a single bullet.
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