"I still have a eting to attend, so I'll take my leave first."
Faye Townsend sighed heavily and anxiously covered her head with her hands, leaning on the table.
Oliver Turner, walking out of the restaurant, glanced back at Faye and lifted a corner of his lips.
What an interesting tug-of-war.
At the hotel parking lot, the driver and the secretary were already there.
The driver opened the car door for him.
As Oliver Turner got in the car, he said to the secretary, "Investigate Faye Townsend's detailed personal information and give it to this afternoon."
"Faye Townsend? Director Turner, do you an the one from yesterday's news?"
"Yes."
"Alright."
When Faye Townsend ca out of the hotel, Henry Sullivan was already waiting there.
Upon seeing him, Faye was slightly surprised, "Henry?"
"Why so surprised? Didn't I say I'd co visit you?"
Faye pursed her lips, "I just didn't want to bother you, so I deliberately didn't call."
"Don't say such distant words to , or I'll get upset.
So, what do you want to do today?
I've taken a vacation to stay with you for 20 days."
Faye looked at Henry with gratitude.
She reached out and hugged his waist, "Thank you, Henry.
I want... to visit my parents."
"Alright, get in the car. I haven't visited Uncle and Aunt in a long ti either."
When passing by the florist, Faye asked Henry to stop the car.
She went to buy a bouquet of roses.
Henry glanced at her, his eyes filled with sympathy.
When they arrived at the cetery, from afar, they saw Maotai and bright red roses placed in front of her parents' graves.
Judging by the looks of it, the roses were delivered in the past two days.
Henry said puzzled, "Strange, who would visit Uncle and Aunt on such an ordinary day?
And bring Aunt's favorite roses.
It couldn't be Richard, could it?"
Faye calmly picked up the bouquet of roses and tossed it aside, "No, my brother probably doesn't even rember that my mom's favorite flowers are red roses anymore.
And now, he doesn't care about such things."
"Do you know who it was then?"
Faye shook her head slightly after a mont of silence, "I don't know."
Henry, seeing her exhausted expression, patted her shoulder, "Spend so ti with Uncle and Aunt, I'll wait for you over there."
"Okay, thank you, Henry."
"No more thank yous.
Uncle and Aunt, this ti, I won't chat with you, I'll visit again next ti."
Henry respectfully bowed to her parents' graves before turning to leave.
He walked to a distant spot and looked at Faye from afar.
She sat there quietly, not moving her lips.
Just calmly looking at the pictures of her parents on the gravestone.
Henry sighed lightly, leaning against a tree.
How he wished she could cry her heart out in front of her parents' graves.
How can anyone bear holding so many things inside alone?
Love, truly is a terrifying demon.
How did the once joyful Faye beco like this?
Hunter Warren really has a lot to answer for.
Faye, from mild weather to scorching sun and then to soft twilight, wasn't sure how much ti had passed.
It was only when she snapped back to reality that the sky was turning dusky.
She let out a breath, looking at her parents' photos, and gently smiled.
"Mom and Dad, thanks to you, I've finally figured out a way to save the Townsend Family.
It seems I am quite clever, right?
Don't worry, I'll take good care of myself and your grandson, you must do the sa..."
Be well, watch how I stand up again, how I beco your pride.
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