His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 741

Autumn Hills Cemetery.

The weather today was pleasant, with the crisp, clear air of autumn.

Prescott parked the car at the base of the hill.

He figured Jonathan probably wouldn't collapse in the rain in front of the tombstone like last time. But just in case, he tried to follow Jonathan up the hill, only to be stopped.

Of course, Prescott had expected as much.

Jonathan walked up the stairs alone, the long flight seeming to stretch endlessly before him. He moved slowly, as if his feet were shackled with lead weights.

Finally, he reached his destination.

Niamh’s grave.

But the tombstone was different from before. A few words had been added to the inscription—

Beloved Wife of Jonathan.

Jonathan bent down, reaching out to gently trace the new letters with his fingertips.

"Honey, I'm here to see you."

His voice was soft and gentle, laced with a faint hoarseness.

The headstone had been refurbished, not only with the new inscription but also with a small, pull-out memorial box at its base.

Jonathan reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a red velvet box.

"This is for you…"

He opened the box, revealing the custom-designed red diamond ring that Niamh herself had created.

He had once imagined giving this ring to her when she was finally ready to accept him again.

"It's too late…"

The end of his sentence was tinged with bitterness as he gazed at the fiery red diamond. The rare, vivid gem sparkled brilliantly in the light.

But to Jonathan, it looked like blood—a drop of fresh blood from his own heart.

He slowly closed the lid and placed the box inside the memorial drawer.

Jonathan slowly opened his eyes again.

His blurry vision focused on the cold, hard stone in front of him.

"You really… you always managed to surprise me…" Jonathan's voice choked with emotion.

Back at the Juvenile Detention Center, he had thought he would be the first one thrown into solitary confinement by the guards.

To his surprise, a girl who had been there less than a week became the first.

Her silver-dyed hair and steel braces had left a deep impression on him.

He couldn't help but wonder just how rebellious a girl had to be to end up in a place like this.

He'd heard stories at the center about inmates who had gone mad in solitary, or even committed suicide by bashing their heads against the walls.

Jonathan didn't want that girl to go mad.

So, every day, he would sneak to the solitary unit and drop a piece of candy through the narrow ventilation slot.