Kevan went home and took a shower. After changing his clothes, he drove to the cemetery. Roland had made it clear a long time ago that when he passed away, he wanted to be buried alongside his wife, Jennifer Rogers. He didn't want her to be buried all alone, it was just too lonely.His wife's grave was located on Paradise Hill, on the outskirts of Bartham. Paradise Hill Cemetery was the largest public cemetery in Bartham, with a beautiful view of Denver Lake to the north. At the foot of Paradise Hill, there was a plot of land with the best view of the lake. The area was fully enclosed and designated as an upscale burial ground, costing well over ten thousand dollars per square foot. There were security guards manning the entrance, and some of them patrolled around the grounds regularly. Apart from relatives of the deceased, no one else could enter those grounds. Every year, on the anniversary of Jennifer's death, Kevan would accompany Roland to the cemetery to visit her
After Bernard set the stage, accusations from the other members of the Rogers family came pouring in. While Roland was alive, his obvious favoritism to Kevan offended many people. At this moment, they wouldn't let go of the chance to humiliate Kevan. Anthony had apologized on Kevan's behalf and tried to smooth things over, but his efforts were completely ignored. Bernard pointed his finger at Kevan and demanded, "You didn't keep vigil for Old Mr. Rogers and even came late to the burial ceremony! A disobedient and disrespectful grandson like you has no share in your grandfather's inheritance!" Kevan had been suppressing his anger for some time as he didn't want to cause a scene during the funeral, lest they disturbed his grandparents' rest. When he heard his uncle's demands, Kevan snorted coldly. "If my tardiness meant that I'm disrespectful, the incident that your family caused at the funeral service would be a bigger sin than mine. Now that you seem to be stirring up ano
While handing out gifts for the guests, Violet intentionally gave Kevan two more gifts to be given to Larissa and Dylan. "These are for Larissa and Dylan. Since they didn't come to the banquet, take these back for them," she said. The gifts were just tokens of appreciation for guests, and thus were not of much monetary value. If it were just for Dylan, Kevan would definitely have returned the gifts to Violet. However, this was another opportunity to meet Larissa. Kevan accepted the gifts and replied, "Alright." After her morning meeting, Larissa went to the hospital. Gary was reclining on the bed with his laptop on a foldable table. Frowning, he seemed immersed in his work, not even noticing Larissa's entrance. "Mr. Logan," Larissa called out, Gary looked up, startled. The next moment, his face broke out into a wide smile. "Oh, you're here. Have a seat!" Closing his laptop, he pointed to a chair at his bedside. His enthusiasm exceeded Larissa's expectations.
Gary had sent people to investigate Yvette. After all, she was once the most popular female actress in the country and many details of her life were public knowledge. It didn't take much effort to gather information about her. Her marriage to Xavier was heavily publicized, which was in stark contrast to their secretive past together. In front of the cameras, they weren't shy about displaying affection for each other publicly. At that time, they were considered a golden couple, admired by everyone. Less than a year into their marriage, Yvette gave birth to their daughter, Lana. It was said that Yvette faced some complications after delivering Lana and nearly lost her life. Out of concern for his wife, Xavier resisted pressure from the elders in his family to bear a son. In the end, they never tried for a second child. This was just a romanticized facade to mislead the public. In fact, Xavier himself desired to have a son, just as much as the elders in his family. Aft
Larissa asked Aster to call Kevan. After a while, someone answered the phone. "Hello?" It was a little girl who answered the phone. Who else could it be other than Bethany herself? Aster held the phone and stared at Larissa helplessly. Frowning, Larissa ended the call for him. "Uncle Kevan can't come tonight because he needs to stay with Bethany," she said. Aster was undoubtedly disappointed. Pouting, tears welled up in his eyes. "Uncle Kevan is a liar!" he said in an aggrieved tone. Larissa patted his head and pulled him into her embrace. "Uncle Kevan's not a liar. It's just that something important came up at the last minute, he probably forgot to inform you," she defended Kevan. Although she did not want Aster to have unrealistic fantasies about Kevan, at the same time she did not want to shatter Kevan's perfect image in his heart. After all, Kevan was genuinely fond of Aster. "If you want to play games, I'll accompany you." Larissa made a huge compromise
Since Kevan came late, it was not long before Aster's bedtime came around. Normally, Aster would obediently go to bed on his own, without anyone reminding him. However, today he was being stubborn and refused to leave the living room. He clung to Kevan's arm like gum, staring at him pleadingly with his wide eyes. "Uncle Kevan, can't you spend the night with me?" Aster begged sweetly, his eyes filled with anticipation. Kevan didn't dare to give him a hasty answer. He turned to Larissa and waited for her response. Naturally, Larissa rejected him immediately. "Uncle Kevan is too busy tonight." The hope in Aster's eyes faded, and Kevan himself felt a little disappointed. Larissa detached Aster from Kevan's body and pushed him in the direction of his bedroom. "Wash up and go to bed now." Dragging his feet, Aster tried to gesture to Kevan as he walked away reluctantly. Although Kevan didn't want to part with Aster, he was more afraid of Larissa. He could only shrug and ga
Seeing how determined he was, Larissa relented. "Alright, you can sleep with him." Kevan lifted up the blanket and stood up from the sofa. "I'll take a shower first." "Wait a minute," Larissa called out. "Yes?" Kevan turned around, a hint of confusion in his eyes. "To be honest, you didn't have to deliberately rush over here to accompany Aster," Larissa said after some hesitation. "Don't misunderstand me. I just feel that you should spend more time with your own daughter."Although she wasn't fond of Bethany, that didn't prevent her from sympathizing with the child. In Bethany, Larissa was vaguely reminded of her past childhood. Like her, Bethany had grown up without parental love. The loneliness, sadness, and fear she experienced was unimaginable to others. Kevan had explained why he wasn't close to Bethany, but his explanation didn't convince Larissa. "At this young age, children need the patient guidance of their parents. Now that her mother is not around, and you
After her alarm clock rang, Larissa went to the next room to wake Aster up as usual. When she walked out of her bedroom, she was surprised to see both Aster and Kevan fully dressed, sitting side by side in the dining room. "Mommy, come and have breakfast! Uncle Kevan made it! It's really delicious!" Aster waved at her excitedly. Larissa walked over doubtfully. Kevan had made a simple breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon, and pasta. Larissa had bought the pasta a long time ago and placed it in one of the cabinets, completely forgetting about its existence. Kevan had cooked the pasta and mixed it up with some black pepper sauce. As the enticing aroma of food filled the air, Larissa couldn't help swallowing her saliva eagerly. She sat down across from Aster and picked up the cutlery on the table."Thank you for your hard work. You're unwell, and yet you went through the trouble of cooking breakfast for us," she said with an apologetic look at Kevan. "Just consider it paym