His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 740

Facing Niamh's tombstone, the unhealed wound in Elmer's chest tore open again, leaving him in agony.

"I've brought you to see her…"

Elmer's tone was steady, but his voice trembled despite his efforts.

"Now I have to go…"

As he turned, Jonathan lunged forward and grabbed him by the collar.

"Elmer, how could you let this happen to Niamh?!"

The veins on the back of Jonathan's hands bulged as he gripped Elmer’s shirt. His eyes were wide with fury, as if he saw Elmer as Niamh's killer.

"While I was in a coma, you were the only one she could rely on! Why did she go on a business trip right after getting out of the hospital?! Why didn't you stop her from getting on that plane?!"

Elmer didn't answer any of Jonathan's accusations.

He knew this was just Jonathan's grief lashing out. With no one else to blame, Jonathan's towering rage and sorrow had to be directed at the person right in front of him.

The sky above was a mass of dark clouds, and the thunder grew louder.

Just after Elmer left the cemetery, the heavy rain finally began to fall.

…

When Jonathan opened his eyes again, he was lying in his bed at Verdant Lake Estates.

A man he didn't recognize stood by his bedside.

"…Who are you?"

As he spoke, he realized his voice was so hoarse he could barely recognize it himself.

"Mr. Thomas, my name is Keeley Parrish. I'm your new assistant."

"New assistant?"

A flicker of confusion crossed Jonathan’s face.

"What about Prescott?"

"I fired him," Sprague announced, striding into the room.

Jonathan could tell from his father's expression that Sprague was furious and deeply disappointed in him.

After two days of rest at Verdant Lake Estates, Jonathan's physical condition improved, and he called Prescott back.

Sprague was against it, but Jonathan's insistence won out.

And so, Prescott was once again Jonathan's assistant.

"Prescott, take me to Trinity Lane first."

"…Alright."

Prescott knew full well that Jonathan had bought the house on Trinity Lane for Niamh. Now that she was gone, it would only be a place of sorrow for him.

Jonathan asked Prescott to wait in the car. He wasn't inside for long before he reemerged.

"Now, to Autumn Hills Cemetery."

Prescott glanced at Jonathan in the rearview mirror and forced a wry smile.

"I have a feeling I'm about to be fired again."

"Don't worry," Jonathan said calmly. The sorrow on his face hadn't lessened in the slightest, and his eyes were hollow, but his tone was steady. "I'm not going there to kill myself."