After Alia left the prison facility, she decided to pay a visit to her mother's graveyard before the big revelation.
First, she stopped by a florist shop to pick up a bouquet of white daisies.
Next, she stopped at the shopping mall to pick up her mother's favourite berries. She also picked up a blanket, and so picnic items, before heading for the city cetery.
On her way, she placed a call to her father, asking if they could et up at Fiona's graveside, to which he agreed.
When Alia arrived at the entrance to the cetery, she was welcod at the gate by an elderly security guard with grey hair and a wrinkled face.
"Miss Alia, is that you?" The old man's brown eyes lit up with excitent.
"Yes, Pa Silas," Alia called him fondly as she approached him, her hand extended towards him in a friendly handshake. "It's so good to see you. I thought you had retired"
"Retired!" Pa Silas's lips quirked amusingly. "This old man here is as strong and agile as a stallion. I still have at least ten more years to give before I join my friends."
"Of course, you do." Alia chuckled, her gaze brimming with admiration.
"It's been a while since you visited." The old man observed the hefty-looking bodyguards behind Alia. "I hope you are okay."
"Sure, I'm fine." Alia's smile broadened. "I'll just go and say hi to Mom."
"Okay. I'm sure she'll be happy to see you." Pa Silas moved aside for Alia and her bodyguards to go through.
" too. I'll see you on my way out. In the anti enjoy this." Alia collected a fancy nylon bag from Pascal containing so takeaway food, drink and fruits. "And it's Mrs Anderson now."
"Oh, congratulations, Mrs Anderson and thanks for this.." Pa Silas collected the bag, his eyes bubbling with excitent as he disappeared into his small office to devour the food.
As Alia made her way through different cetery headstones, carrying the bouquet of daisies, her mind drifted to her second ti here with her mother right after her grandfather's passing.
It was a bright and peaceful day just like this.
The serene atmosphere, punctuated by the gentle rustling of leaves, created a sense of tranquillity that was both calming and poignant.
The well-maintained grounds, adorned with intricate tombstones and lush greenery, provided a dignified setting for honouring the lives of those who had passed.
mories of Alia's discussion with her mother on that fateful day flowed afresh in her mind.
Fiona had said sothing about the beauty of death, claiming it was a doorway to a new life. She had said that the things families enjoyed in life can never be lost. Rather, all that they love deeply becos a part of them even after death.
Alia didn't understand those words until two years later when her mother died.
Ever since then, she had learned to cherish precious mories, reminiscing on all the beautiful experiences shared with her mother.
As Alia ca before her mother's tomb, tears glistening in her eyes, she knelt, wiping dead leaves and withered flowers away from the grave. She gently placed the bouquet of daisies on the marble-polished tomb floor and the basket of fresh berries that Pascal handed her.
Pascal and his other two colleagues moved a few ters away to give Alia so privacy but they kept vigilant.
"Hello, mum." Alia bead amid tears, stroking the tomb floor, her heart swirling with emotions.
"It's been a while. It's so good to see you after such a long ti. I'm sure you're happy wherever you are." Alia sniffled wiping her flowing tears with the back of her hand.
"I miss you so much. Even though you live continually in my heart, I wish I could see you one last ti and hold you in my arms."
Alia lowered her head, her left hand stroking her baby bump, which was hidden on the knit of her loose-fitting flare gown.
"Guess what, I'm married to Blaze Anderson, dad's business partner's son. Can you imagine that? His mother is the most wonderful woman ever but she can ever take your place in my heart. And there is more. You're finally going to be a grandmother. I know you'll love that right? too. I am so excited and I can't wait to see my baby and hold him in my arms. But I'm scared, mom..."
Alia paused to catch her breath, more tears streaming down her flushed cheeks.
"...there are just too many problems surrounding my life. Blaze is currently in prison for sothing he didn't do. Grandma and Dad want to forgive all those heartless people who tried to kill . Soone out there is trying to ruin my happiness. I need your help and strength to overco this phase of my life. I need your wisdom to do what is right. Please, guide , Mom."
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anwhile, Senator Gregory was on his way to the cetery to join his daughter when he received an urgent call from the Nova correctional prison facility, requesting him to co down imdiately.
Alard, the senator instructed the driver to turn around and head for the Nova correctional facility while he texted Alia, informing her that he might be coming late.
When the senator arrived at the prison facility, he was briskly escorted to the prison infirmary by the slightly agitated chief warden.
"What exactly happened to my daughter?" The Senator demanded in a piqued voice, upon arriving at the infirmary. He was horrified to see Gwen lying unconscious and looking so pale.
The lower part of her body was covered with a white sheet and an intravenous fluid line was attached to her wrist, amid a beeping heart rate monitor.
"Who did this to her?"
"No one senator." The chief warden replied defensively. "I can assure you that no one hurt your daughter."
"Then why is she here?" Senator Gregory barked, anger rising in his tone. "The last ti I spoke to her, she was perfectly fine and in good health. What happened to her all of a sudden?"
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