Chapter 203

Chapter 203

Grace furrowed her brow. “What’s wrong with him?”

“Mr. Fallen, he’s gone” Eleven’s voice choked.

Grace stood frozen in place.

Gone?

The person who had been chatting with her all night and telling stories, how could he be gone as soon as she woke up?

Grace couldn’t believe it. “What does that mean? What is he playing at?”

Eleven’s voice became more choked up. “Nineteen said that it was the man in black who planned to kill you last night. Mr. Fallen knew in advance. He told Nineteen to hide and then went there alone to help you, to help you kill that group of people, but he didn’t come back’

Grace took a step back, her expression shifting from shock to a sneer.

“Impossible! I don’t believe it. How could someone like him die so easily!”

Eleven remained silent. He couldn’t hold back his tears, and a few drops fell.

In a fit of anger, she shouted, “Why are you crying? A grown man like you crying! I’ll deduct half a year’s salary for every tear shed!”

Upon hearing this, Eleven cried even harder. “Miss, Mr. Fallen was such a wonderful person. He’s gone at such a young age, and you still want to deduct my salary! I’m so miserable! I can’t stop my tears!”

Grace looked at him, a tall man standing at 1.8 meters, his shoulders trembling as he cried.

She took a deep breath and said indifferently, “If he simply hasn’t returned yet, that doesn’t necessarily mean he’s dead. Send someone to look for him! We want to see him alive, not as a corpse!”

“Miss! Miss!” Fifteen rushed toward her room. “Brother Eric called and said he hopes you can come back as soon as possible. He said Mr. Fallen is waiting for you at Cloud View Villa!”

“Mr. Fallen isn’t dead? He went back? Wasn’t he injured last night?” Eleven sniffed, surprised.

Grace didn’t say anything. She looked at Fifteen, gesturing for him to answer.

Fifteen shook his head. “I don’t know. Eric said a lot, but since Mr. Fallen is waiting for you at Cloud View Villa, he should have returned safely.”

Hearing this, both Grace and Eleven breathed a sigh of relief.

“Pack up, book the earliest flight ticket, and let’s return to Frant City as soon as possible.”

She wanted to find out what Edgar and Nineteen were up “Yes, Miss.”

to!

The group swiftly moved and boarded the earliest flight of the day to return to Frant City.

However, by the time they reached Cloud View Villa, It was already nighttime.

It was winter, with an overcast sky that threatened to pour rain at any moment.

The cold wind rustled, but it couldn’t stop Grace’s determined steps.

Upon entering the villa, Nineteen was nowhere to be found. The entire villa was quiet.

Grace felt a sense of unease and quickly opened the door to the villa.

A cold breeze blew through the open window. The lights were off. There was no figure in the kitchen who used to greet her every day and hand her slippers.

“Edgar?”

Grace called out, but no one answered.

She scanned the living room and finally noticed a small post-it note on the coat rack. It read: “The weather is getting colder. Even when indoors, make sure to wear an extra layer of clothing. If you have a good figure, even wrapped in a big padded jacket, you will still look beautiful” Grace’s expression turned solemn, and she called out upstairs, “Edgar! What are you up to?” She was answered by a long period of silence.

Grace went to his room again, the quilts neatly folded, the bed cold and lukewarm.

Except for the cold wind blowing the thin curtains, the whole room is exceptionally deserted.

Grace became more and more suspicious, and she had a bad premonition in her heart, and she went to the third floor again, still not seeing anyone else.

After looking around, she returned to the living room and caught a glimpse of the post-it note in the fruit basket.

[Fruits are high in vitamins, you need to eat more.]

There were also post-it notes on the fridge, and Grace walked over and took them off.

[Eat more vegetables and rice, don’t be picky eaters in the future, sh iitake mushrooms are not delicious, but they are highly nutritious, you are very thin, and I like to gain ten pounds. ]

Grace went into the kitchen again and removed the sticker from the coffee machine.

[In the future, drink less coffee and tea at night, and pay attention to rest when you are busy on business, I will feel distressed to see you stay up late. ]

Grace’s heart touched slightly, and the more she thought about it, the more strange she felt, “Edgar, come out!” What the hell are you doing?”

There was no response, but a knock came from the door.

Excitement filled her as she turned to open it. “Why didn’t you bring the key…”

Her voice trailed off abruptly.

Standing at the door was Edgar, holding a jar of blue and white porcelain. His tear-streaked face was still wet, and his eyes were red. Behind him, his brothers were also crying. Eleven and Twelve, the loyal bodyguards, stood by his side, their faces filled with sorrow.

Grace’s heart ski pped a beat, a strong premonition washing over her.

She asked in a cold voice, “Where is Edgar?”

Eric looked at the jar in his arms and spoke with a mournful tone, “Mr. Fallen, he is here.”

Grace’s gaze followed his, and a flicker of suspicion arose, but she refused to believe it.

Eric shed tears and explained earnestly, “Last night, the Mr. Fallen secretly went to the abandoned warehouse in the forest on the outskirts of the city to help you deal with the man in black. He got drenched in gasoline, and when we arrived, he was already engulfed in flames…”

He couldn’t continue, and tears streamed down his face.

Everyone was immersed in grief.

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Grace, too, was swept up by the emotions. Her eyes reddened, but she maintained a cold sneer. “So, you want to tell me that this is his urn? Do you think I would fall for such a trick?”

Eric and the brothers cried even harder, their voices choked with sorrow. “Whether you believe it or not, Mr. Fallen perished in the fire. We couldn’t bear it, so we cremated him. Considering how he loved you most in his life, we brought him back first before sending him to the Fallen Family Old Mansion.”

Grace stared blankly at the jar containing Edgar’s ashes. Suddenly, the nightmare she had in S City that night flashed through her mind the agony and despair he had experienced in the fire, vivid and haunting.

Could it be true?

Trembling, she reached out and took the ashes from Eric’s hands. Two tears escaped her eyes, uncontrollably streaming down her face.

She wiped them away and sneered like a wounded animal. Her voice carried a chilling seriousness.

“Did you conspire with him to deceive me? Using a jar of ashes as an excuse. Do you think I would believe it? Even if he is dead, I want to see his body!”

“He thought that by making me shed two tears, he could earn a chance? He was delusional!”

“The ashes, huh? Then I’ll shatter them and reduce them to dust! I don’t think he can keep pretending!”

Her eyes were bloodshot, her expression icy. She raised the urn of ashes high, ready to let it fall.

“No!”

Eric and the other brothers, five or six of them, dropped to their knees.

“Mr. Fallen! He is truly gone! Believe us, he will never return! He already had injuries on his body. He went last night with the intention of sacrificing himself. He died for you!”

Grace looked at them in shock.

These were the men who had fought alongside Edgar, comrades with unwavering loyalty. They were men of unwavering resolve and unyielding spirits. Yet, here they were, kneeling before her for

this urn of ashes.