Chapter 1694
Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman
âOkay.â Madeline had come to a decision. She needed to meet Fabian.
The moment she made her decision, her phone rang.
When she saw that it was from Cathy, Madeline looked at Jeremy.
âLinnie, donât forget the last thing Felipe told us.â
âI know,â Madeline promised before picking up the call. She put Cathy on speaker.
Apart from the sound of rain, it was silent on the other end of the call.
âCathy.â Madeline was the first to break the silence. She could probably guess what Cathy was feeling right now.
âItâs me, Evie,â Cathy finally said something, âEvie, I want to know where heâs buried.â
Madeline looked at Jeremy and then said calmly, âDo you want to go see him?â
âHe didnât want to see me for the last time but I shall go and see him for the last time,â Cathy explained.
Madeline could hear the helplessness and pain in her words.
Madeline did not say much and just replied, âIâll send you the address later.â
âThank you, Evie. Iâm hanging up now.â
âCathy.â Madeline stopped her. âDo you still hate Felipe?â
After she asked that question, there was a long silence on the other end of the call.
Madeline could probably guess the answer. She did not ask anymore and said, âIâll send the address over to you. You should go when the rain stops. Itâs inconvenient to go on a rainy day.â
âThank you for your reminder, Evie. Iâll take good care of myself. I wonât let people who care about me worry anymore.â
âThatâs good.â Madeline hung up the phone while feeling at ease. However, she still had a feeling that Cathy would definitely rush to the destination the second she got the address.
Just as Madeline expected, Cathy grabbed an umbrella and left the house after receiving the address.
On the cold and windy winter morning, the cemetery was so quiet that there was only the sound of rain and wind.
Cathy slowly walked to one of the tombstones and looked at the words âFelipe Whitmanâ engraved on it. While she was looking at it, she started laughing all of a sudden. However, after some laughing, she started crying.
âIâm sure you didnât expect to die before me, right? You thought I was dead these last two years.â
âFelipe, I guess what was between us is just a joke.â
âIâll raise the children myself. If you can hear me, then remember to look over the kids.â
Cathy muttered to herself. She slowly bent down to put the bouquet of yellow roses in front of the tombstone.
âDonât think that everything has come to an end now that youâre dead. Felipe, I hate you. I still hate you.â
Cathy clenched her fists as indescribable pain started overflowing from her heart.
The good and bad memories started replaying in her mind like a movie. However, those memories were just mere grains amid the quicksand that was the flow of time.
She opened her eyes that were filled with tears and the words âFelipe Whitmanâ were flickering in her blurry vision.
âIf thereâs a next life, letâs not meet anymore. Perhaps the best ending for both of us is to see each other but not know each other.â
After she said that, Cathy closed her eyes. The wind caressed her cheeks and brought away the tears in the corners of her eyes.
She turned around with her umbrella. When she was about to leave, she saw a few men in black who looked like bodyguards standing in front of her.
Cathy was puzzled and also noticed that something was amiss. âWho are you people?â