Chapter 263: Chapter 263: Standing Before My Own Tombstone (1)
Quinn Thorne’s lonely figure slowly disappeared in the misty rain.
At this moment, a slender figure in a white dress stepped out from a hidden corner.
She stood at the highest point of the graveyard, quietly gazing at the deserted path.
Anya Forrest turned around and walked to the tombstone.
She stood where Quinn Thorne had just been, staring at the photo on the tombstone.
The young girl in the photo was smiling sweetly, her smile radiant like spring flowers, evoking an unrealistic beauty of the world.
This is her tombstone.
She is still alive, yet already dead.
The once pure and wonderful Anya Forrest died in that great fire.
The living Anya Forrest is a wandering ghost in this world, existing solely to seek justice for her former self.
Quinn Thorne.
Since you think of me this way, I will fulfill your wish.
We will meet again soon.
I hope you can withstand it when the time comes.
Anya Forrest turned onto another path, her slender figure slowly disappearing into the rainy fog.
Only the bouquet of white daisies blooming in front of the tombstone bore witness to her arrival.
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After having dinner in her room, Claire North went to the medical room to visit Baby Hawthorne.
She knew that Elias Hawthorne’s men were guarding the place, and it was impossible for her to see Baby Hawthorne, but she still had to put on a show.
After sobbing softly at the entrance of the ward, Claire North finally left.
Just as she exited the medical room, her phone rang.
"Miss North, the information you requested for investigation has been sent to your email, please check."
Claire North hung up the phone and opened her email, where there weren’t many photos.
Claire North carefully examined the photos.
Indeed, Raina North wouldn’t obediently go to the other residence.
However, she has been compliant, staying in and out, not showing herself all day.
Claire North lifted the corner of her lips, that’s how it should be.
If Raina North continues to be sensible, perhaps she can tolerate her prolonged existence. After all, only by living can she personally witness her future brilliance.
Once dead, she cannot see anything.
Suddenly, Claire North’s gaze froze upon seeing that Maybach parked by the roadside.
If she remembered correctly, it was Elias Hawthorne’s car.
Claire North immediately called back and asked, "When was the last photo you sent taken?"
"An hour ago."
An hour ago?
Claire North inquired further, "Are you sure?"
"I’m certain."
Claire North’s brow furrowed tightly.
She knew Elias Hawthorne had feelings for Raina North, otherwise, he would have driven her away long ago after discovering she was pretending. But if Elias Hawthorne were to ignore his son’s uncertain life and death for a woman, she couldn’t believe it.
It seemed, as if Claire North had thought of something, she returned to the medical room.
Brolin was still guarding the entrance of the ward.
"Move aside, I want to see Baby."
"The master instructed not to let you near the young master."
Claire North was adamant this time, "What if I insist on going in?"
Brolin’s face was indifferent, "Then, Miss North, don’t blame me for being unkind."
Claire North sneered, "Then I’d like to see how unkind you can be."
With that, Claire North forcefully tried to enter.
However, she couldn’t possibly overcome Brolin’s obstruction, but instead was pushed and staggered.
Claire North fell to the ground, and instead of getting up, she covered her face and started crying.
Brolin couldn’t help but frown and waved to call a young nurse, "Get her out of here."
The young nurse was quite intimidated by the cold-faced Brolin, she timidly agreed, coaxing and persuading Claire North into the rest room.