My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 249

Chapter 249: 249/I’ll Burn the World for You

Chapter 249:

Robert’s POV

I saw the signs of confusion clearly on Julie’s face; her eyes widened and narrowed restlessly as if she were trying to read my thoughts. "What do people do in a cemetery?" I asked coldly, watching the tension in her body.

She swallowed hard, her voice trembling. "They visit the dead."

"Exactly. So why do you ask?"

She rubbed her hands together, trying to justify her agitation. "I was just surprised. You said you were going out for a while; I didn’t know you wanted to come to the cemetery."

I fixed my gaze on her. "Would you have changed your mind if you knew?"

She looked directly into my eyes with sudden sincerity. "No... I want to be with you."

"Good," I replied shortly.

"Who died?" she asked, lowering her gaze toward Axel.

"You’ll know when we get there."

After a while, the car pulled up in front of the iron gates. I stepped out, feeling a sharp sting of pain in my side that made me grit my teeth. Damn it. This wound made me hate my weakness. I tried to keep my back straight as I walked beside her. We walked through the silent graves until we reached the one I sought.

Julie stopped, leaning slightly to read the name engraved on the cold marble. "Elizabeth Cross," she whispered.

"Yes," I said, my voice devoid of emotion despite the noise inside my heart. "This is my mother’s grave."

She turned to me, her features softened with sadness. "I’m sorry."

"Thank you," I replied stiffly.

She continued to study the headstone, looking at the dates. "She died a long time ago... you were so young then."

"Yes," I answered, my voice sounding as hollow as the grave we stood before.

Julie tilted her head, her eyes gleaming with curiosity mixed with empathy. "Was she sick?"

I clenched my fist behind my back until my knuckles turned white, a bitterness spreading through my throat. She asks if she was sick? My mother was never sick; she simply chose death over pain and betrayal. She chose to leave when life became an unbearable burden.

Julie noticed my long silence and the hardening of my features. She rubbed her arms nervously. "I’m sorry for asking. I understand if you don’t want to answer."

I looked at the marble headstone, feeling the cold air brush my face before I spoke the truth that still burned my chest. "She committed suicide."

In that moment, shock registered clearly on her face. Her eyes widened, and her skin paled as if she had never expected that to be the cause. She took a small step back, her mouth opening to say something, but words failed her. "I... I don’t know what to say," she whispered in awe.

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Julie’s POV

I was completely stunned, my body frozen in place. I had no words; I never expected his mother to have committed suicide, or that Robert was forced to live with such a weight at such a young age. I wanted to say something anything but my tongue betrayed me.

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