Chapter 383

"No, it's fine here!" Grace said quickly. The cemetery plot he had chosen for her mother was in a separate area, not among the others. If one were to compare them to houses, the rows of tombs were like apartments, while the plot he chose was like a mansion.

It was a small, independent space surrounded by trees. Stone tables and chairs sat a few meters in front of the tomb, providing a place for visitors to rest.

"Great. Then you can put your mother's ashes in," Jason said.

Grace nodded, stooped, and placed her mother's urn into the prepared space in front of the tombstone. The workers then covered it with slate and sealed it with cement.

The cemetery staff presented Grace with a fifty-year contract. However, the cost was substantial; even before her recent troubles, she likely couldn't have afforded it.

"Mr. Reed has paid for all expenses. You just need to sign here, Miss Cummins," the cemetery staff member said.

Grace knew she owed Jason another significant favor. Biting her lip, she took the pen and signed. After all, it wasn't the time to worry about pride.

After the staff and workers left, Jason asked Terrence to bring incense, fruit, and food for the ceremony. "You haven't paid your respects to your mother today. You can do it now." He knelt, arranging the candles, food, and fruit. He lit the candles, then lit incense and gave Grace three sticks.

Grace took the incense and stared at her mother's tombstone. Her heart finally felt at rest. Even in death, her mother had a peaceful resting place.

Grace bowed three times, silently expressing her love and grief. "Mom, I'll visit you again this winter solstice, and every day after. I won't keep you waiting anymore," Grace murmured. "Mom, if you're hearing this, please bless me so I can discover the truth about the car accident and clear my name."

Jason's eyes darkened at Grace's last words; his hands trembled slightly as he held his incense. When Grace placed her incense before her mother's grave, Jason followed suit, bowing three times.

This startled Terrence and the bodyguards. Was Young Master Reed bowing to Miss Cummins's mother? While respecting the dead was normal, this was Young Master Reed. How many others in Emerald City had he shown such respect?

Grace, too, was surprised. "You…" she murmured.

"She's your mother. Of course, I should pay my respects," Jason said, kneeling to place his incense before the tombstone. If it weren't for this woman, she wouldn't exist. He would never have known such longing.

Grace felt an indescribable emotion. The moonlight bathed him, as if he were veiled in silver.