Triplets’ Mighty Mom Novel novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117 Grace’s Death Anniversary

Silas’s heart felt astringent. With a voice of comfort, he said, “You’re the one who’s still immersed in the happiness of your childhood and are unwilling to come out of it. Now, you’re able to live an interesting life without relying on a man because your son is so intelligent and outstanding. Isn’t this happiness to you?” Camila smiled. “Well. That’s right. I’m so much happier ever since I had my son! Giving birth to him was the best decision I ever made in my life.” South also smiled, exposing his small teeth. “I feel happy and grateful to have you too, Mommy.”

Meanwhile, Silas looked at Camila and thought to himself that he was happy to have them too. All of a sudden, Silas wanted to make up for them since she must have suffered a lot whilst raising her child alone! “What would you like to eat in the future? You can come here. I’ll make some dishes for you both!” Today was the death anniversary of Camila’s mother. Camila had already awakened early in the morning and dressed herself and her son in black. She also wore a bunch of small white flowers in front of her chest. Just as she finished dressing up, she received a phone call from Marcus. “Camila, today is Aunt Grace’s death anniversary. Please wait for me; I’m coming over too.” Camila then replied, “Alright.” Ten minutes later, when Camila came downstairs, she saw a familiar car parked by the side of the road. Beside the car stood a man dressed in black. He had a tall figure and was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles. His entire body exuded a refined gentleness. It was her cousin, Marcus. Camila then walked over to greet him. “Marcus!” South also called out to him, “Uncle Marcus!” Marcus smiled as he looked at the both of them. “South, you’ve become even more handsome!” South grinned and replied, “Uncle Marcus, you’re the same-still as handsome as before!” Marcus then reached out to ruffle South’s little head twice. “Little brat, you’re such a good talker now!” After they got in the car, the car slowly departed. Forty minutes later, they stopped at the cemetery behind a mountain. Upon arriving at this place, everyone’s emotions became especially heavy. With a bunch of chrysanthemums and flowers in Camila’s hands and a basket of fruits in Marcus’, they came before Grace Cohen’s gravestone. On the gravestone, Grace’s face and smile were all there. However, it was clear that it had not been taken care of for a long time. The flowers placed on the gravestone were scattered all over the floor; fallen leaves were everywhere and the gravestone was covered in a thick layer of dust.

All of a sudden, Camila’s nose burned as tears started welling up in her eyes. “Mom, I’ve come to visit you.” Upon saying this, she knelt before Grace’s gravestone. South and Marcus also squatted down to help tidy the area, whereupon they helped place the fresh flowers and the fruits. Camila then wiped Grace’s gravestone with a handkerchief while choking up. “Mom, have you been well on the other side? Is it cold there? I’ve returned to the country and I’m doing well right now. I’m able to protect myself too. Mom, look. This is your grandson, South Brooklyn.” As she was talking, Camila pulled South over and introduced him to Grace. “South, this is your grandma. Please bow your head in respect to her.”

Hence, South kneeled obediently in front of Grace’s gravestone and bowed his head down toward it. “Grandma, I know you. Mommy always cries while holding your photo. Every year, Mommy would become unhappy and would not eat anything on this day. She would also buy a lot of candles because she said that you’re afraid of the dark. Grandma, you have to be happy in the heavens. That way, Mommy will be happy too!”

Marcus kneeled down too. “Don’t worry, Aunt Grace. I’ll take good care of Camila, so you don’t have to be concerned about her.” “Mom, I miss you so much. How I wish I could hug you again!” Camila then reached out to hug the gravestone and cried out, “You always say that girls don’t need to know everything, but you didn’t say that you would leave me. Now, I don’t even know anything, and I can’t even take good care of myself. South always complains about the takeouts and says that my cooking is terrible. I don’t even know what to do anymore.” South was slightly startled by her words and immediately bowed at the gravestone again. “I didn’t do that, Grandma. I didn’t complain about Mommy. My mommy’s the best so don’t you worry; I’ll take good care of her!”