The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike novel Chapter 200

Chapter 200 

“According to our investigation, after Ms. Leighton’s father took out her mother’s urn, he paid the rent here for three months. Apart from his brief visit on the first day, he never came here again.” Carlos continued, “At the same time, Ms. Leighton’s father hasn’t contacted any cemetery and gone through any formalities to buy a grave.” 

Rosalie lowered her head and stared at the urn in front of her. 

She thought, ‘Father… He never intended to relocate my mother’s grave from the beginning. What he did was merely to threaten me with this. 

He would have likely thrown this urn back at me once he had made enough money from me. 

That way, he could save the money needed to buy a grave! 

If my mother knew the man she had loved treated her like this after she died, I wonder how she would feel. 

He even wants to use a dead person! Hah!’ 

At this moment, Rosalie felt it was ridiculous and pathetic. 

Her nose began to tingle, but her tears didn’t fall this time. Perhaps because she had previously cried too much, she had no tears left at this point. 

“Thank you,” Rosalie said, looking up at Jonathan. Without him, she wouldn’t have found her mother’s ashes. 

“If you really want to thank me, you might as well thank me all at once later,” Jonathan said and turned to look at Carlos. “Have you arranged everything?” 

“Yes. Everything’s ready,” Carlos replied. 

Hence, Jonathan said to Rosalie, “Bring your mother’s ashes. The first thing you should do now is lay her to rest, right?” 

She was stunned and looked at him in a daze. 

“Let’s go. I have arranged everything,” he said. 

Though it was such a simple sentence, it made her inexplicably calm. 

It was as if she didn’t have to worry about anything with him around. 

* 

Rosalie followed Jonathan out of the rented house and got in the car. 

When the car stopped again, they were in a famous cemetery in Strico. 

The cemetery was in a good location, easily accessed, and had a well-designed layout. As a result, even with enough money, purchasing a burial plot here was difficult. 

Jonathan took Rosalie to one of the empty graves. Several people dressed in cemetery workwear were waiting, as were several others who appeared to be staff. 

Rosalie looked at the tombstone set up in front of the grave. Her mother’s name was on it, while her name was written in the lower right corner. 

He had prepared all these. 

The present her couldn’t do these right away, but he helped her complete them. 

“From now on, your mother will be buried here. If you feel unsatisfied with this place, you can choose another place,” Jonathan said. 

“No, it’s nice here!” Rosalie hurriedly said. The plot he chose for her mother was a separate place in the cemetery, not alongside others’ tombs in a row. 

If described in terms of houses, the rows of tombs were like apartments, whereas the grave he chose was like a mansion. 

It was a small, independent space surrounded by a row of trees. Several feet from the front of the tomb, there were even stone tables and chairs where those visiting the grave could rest. 

“That’s good.” Jonathan said, “Put your mother’s ashes in it, then.” 

Rosalie nodded, squatted down, and placed her mother’s urn in the slot specially used to hold the ashes at the front of the tombstone. Then, those workers covered it with a slate and poured 

The staff of the cemetery handed over a contract to Rosalie. It wo 

a 

cement to seal it. 

Rosalie took a look at the cost and saw that it was exorbitant. Even if it able to afford such a grave. 

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for 50 years with the cemetery. 

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“Mr. Youngblood has paid all the fees. Ms. Leighton, you just need to sign here,” said the cemetery’s staff. 

Rosalie knew that she owed Jonathan another big favor. 

She bit her lip slightly and signed her name with a pen. After all, this was not the time to worry about her last bit of pride. When the cemetery staff and workers left, Jonathan asked Carlos to take out the candles, fruits, and food for the memorial. “You haven’t paid your respect to your mother today, so why not do it now?” As he spoke, he squatted down and put the candles, and flowers in place. Then, he took out a lighter to light the candles. 

Rosalie stared at the tombstone in front of her. Her mother was now in eternal slumber here, and her heart finally calmed down.