Chapter 372

When Grace finished work at the restaurant, she told her boss, Kyla Corbyn, “Kyla, may I have tomorrow afternoon off? I want to visit my mother's grave.”

Although the following day was Tomb Sweeping Day, a national holiday, restaurants were usually packed on holidays. Restaurant workers were rarely allowed leave on national holidays.

Kyla Corbyn was surprised to learn that Grace's mother had passed away. She said, “Okay, no problem. Since you're going in the afternoon, ask the kitchen to prepare some dishes for you to take as an offering.”

“Thanks, but I’ll prepare them myself,” Grace replied. She wanted to cook the dishes for her mother. When her mother was alive, Grace was a child. Now that she was an adult and could cook, she wanted to show her mother her skills.

“Then I’ll go home now,” Grace said.

“Okay.” Kyla Corbyn seemed to want to say something but didn’t. ‘Since Grace said she isn’t close to Brian, I won’t involve her. I’ll visit Brian later.’

After leaving the restaurant, Grace didn’t go straight home. Instead, she went to the supermarket and bought fish, meat, and vegetables. Then, she rode her electric bike to a shop selling prayer items.

“Granny Fan, please give me the usual three sets of incense sticks and ingots,” Grace said to the eighty-something-year-old woman sitting inside. Every year, before visiting her mother's grave, Grace bought these items from the same shop, except when she was imprisoned.

“Grace! Going to the grave tomorrow?” Granny Fan smiled.

“Yes,” Grace replied.

“Cooking a delicious meal for your mother again?” Granny Fan chatted as she packed Grace’s items. “You haven’t been in for two or three years. I wondered if you’d come this year.”

“I… had some things that prevented me from coming,” Grace said, taking the items.

“After all these years, your mother must rest peacefully knowing she has such a filial daughter.”

‘Filial?’ Grace thought sarcastically. ‘I couldn’t even keep the photo album she treasured. Even if I wanted to be filial, I can’t. All I can do is keep her grave clean.’

After saying goodbye to Granny Fan, Grace rode home. As she entered the kitchen, a cold voice called from the living room, “Why are you late?”

“Ahh!” Grace yelled, nearly dropping her things. The living room lights flickered on, revealing Jason sitting on the sofa.

“Why were you sitting in the dark?” Grace asked.

“I was waiting for you,” Jason said, standing. “And you haven’t answered my question.”

Grace pursed her lips. “After work, I bought ingredients, incense, and ingots. I’m visiting my mother’s grave tomorrow.”

Jason’s gaze fell on the incense and ingots. “Oh yes, tomorrow is Tomb Sweeping Day. Unfortunately, I can’t go with you.”

Grace was surprised. She hadn't expected him to go, but his words… she remembered his father had also passed away. He was probably visiting his father's grave.

One visiting their mother's grave, the other their father's. In a way, they were in similar situations.