Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 165

As time went by, the tension in the air started to thicken.

Rosemary glanced at the two guys who were at each other's throats, "Can't you see the smoke, or feel the heat either? And for the record, I've got a stomachache, not a missing arm or leg that needs waiting on."

She eyed the metal nightstand, "Put it down, will you?"

Seriously, this whole thing was driving her up the wall!

Harry gave Maxwell and Martin a skeptical look. As a guy with pretty average taste, he just couldn't fathom what these two chick magnets saw in his sister, who was as straightforward as they come.

Maybe it's a CEO thing to have such an offbeat taste?

After Rosemary asked the doctor when she could be discharged and shooed everyone away, including Maxwell who had stayed the night, she tried to close her eyes again. But the ward was buzzing—people chatting, eating, and the constant footsteps of doctors, nurses, and visitors.

The racket was making it impossible for her to sleep. After lying there with her eyes shut for a few minutes, Rosemary sat up and slowly sipped her porridge.

She had been in the hospital for two days before she was given the green light to leave. During that time, Penny had been the one bringing her meals, morning, noon, and night.

"Auntie, you really don't have to go through all this trouble. The cafeteria staff come by during meals to take orders. It's freezing outside; you shouldn't be running back and forth."

"The stuff from outside isn't as reliable as homemade food—who knows if they've even washed the veggies properly," Penny said, taking out a meal box. "I got these fresh ingredients from the market early this morning. Your stomach isn't great right now, so no greasy foods. Bear with it for now, and once you're home, I'll cook you a feast of all your favorites."

Rosemary knew Penny's drill—her over-the-top care was just to get Harry into the Templeton Group.

But that was something she couldn't agree to. Forget the fact that she was already divorced from Maxwell; even if she wasn't, she wouldn't have agreed to it.

"Auntie, I can't help you with what you've asked. If Haoran..."

If he wanted to move to Greenwood, he could stay at her place first and then look for work at his own pace.

Penny cut her off, "You're still in the hospital, just focus on getting better, don't worry about anything else."

The look on her face and her attitude were just like a benevolent elder with no ulterior motives, only wishing for her to recover.

To avoid being a further burden on Penny, Rosemary had her meal and then insisted on checking out, claiming she had urgent business back in Greenwood and had to rush back after paying respects to her grandfather.

Penny called Jeremy to pick her up, "Why the rush? Can't you wait even a day or two?"

She hadn't even had time to pack his things.

Rosemary replied, "Yeah, something unexpected came up."

Martin and Maxwell showed up as well. She had been annoyed with them for the past couple of days and had explicitly banned them from the hospital.

Grandpa's graveyard was indeed off the beaten path. It took another forty minutes by car after leaving the city.

The graveyard was located in a vast wasteland. From a distance, apart from her grandfather's grave, there was nothing but weeds.

Rosemary's face fell the moment she saw the surroundings, but having not visited in three years, she had no right to complain.

Caught off guard, Rosemary's voice was low, "Grandpa, sorry I'm late."

She hadn't expected this. She wanted to clean the tombstone but couldn't find a towel, only managing to pull out half a pack of tissues from her bag.

Maxwell suggested, "Let's spend a bit more time here and find a reputable master to relocate grandpa's grave."

Hearing about relocating the grave, Penny quickly objected, "That's not a good idea, frequent relocations aren't good."

She had chosen Havenfield's most renowned master, believing her father's resting place would bring prosperity to their family.

If they moved it, it wasn't just about whether they'd still prosper, but Rosemary's chosen master would surely benefit them instead!

Rosemary, having held back her anger since getting off the car, suddenly let it out. She looked Penny straight in the eye and scoffed, "Then let's summon that master of yours. I'd love to ask him how this obviously cursed land is supposed to bring wealth. If it's really so auspicious, why is my dear aunt bending over backward to get her son a job? With all this wealth, why isn't he living the easy life of a rich kid at home instead of going out and taking crap from others?"

Penny, scolded by her junior in such an impolite manner, struggled to save face. But for her son's future, she swallowed her pride.

"Rosemary, come on, you're way out of line with that talk. Look at where all those emperors back in the day were buried, deep in the boonies, the more remote the better. The so-called dragon veins are always out in those godforsaken places where birds don't even lay eggs."

Rosemary wasn't having any of it, "Our family doesn't have a throne to inherit, so there's no need to stick grandpa in such an out-of-the-way spot. I'll get someone to move his grave, and don't you worry about the cost."

If it wasn't for the old man wanting to be buried back in his hometown, she would've even considered moving the grave to Greenwood.

Penny's face turned sour, and she raised her voice in protest: "No way! Rosemary, you're married off, what right do you have to boss around the Chambers family's affairs? I've been running around taking care of you these past few days, and not a peep of gratitude. Instead, I've raised an ingrate!"