Chapter 75 Memorial
"Here, take this cash first." Lucy pulled out a fat stack of bills from her wallet and handed it to Ella. "Just get this done, and don't sweat it. I'll make sure you get back into the Fisher Group."
"Seriously?" Ella's eyes lit up with hope.
Lucy nodded. "Totally. William's all about Margaret right now, but once she's outta the picture, he'll remember all the stuff you've done. You've been busting your butt at the Fisher Group for years. When the time comes, I'll back you up. Still worried about getting back in?"
"Yeah, you're right." Ella took the money, clenched her teeth, and said, "Don't worry. After tomorrow, Margaret's history!"
Her hatred was off the charts, and Ella couldn't wait to see Margaret gone!
As long as she could get rid of Margaret, as long as she could get her revenge, she was down for anything!
"That's what I like to hear." Lucy smirked.
That shameless witch Margaret, Lucy had a million ways to deal with her without even lifting a finger. Once Margaret was out of the way, Lucy was sure she could win over William!
After Ella left, Lucy thought for a sec and shot a text to Abigail: [Big show at Lover's Lake, 9 AM tomorrow.]
Lucy knew Abigail couldn't stand Margaret either. Even if Ella messed up, Abigail would make sure everything went smoothly.
She thought, 'Margaret, your days are numbered!'
With everything set, Lucy grinned and went shopping with Grace. Thinking about getting rid of Margaret tomorrow, Lucy was so pumped she bought a ton of stuff she liked. As they got into the car and started driving, a familiar Rolls-Royce caught Lucy's eye.
Wasn't that William's car?
She hadn't seen William since the day she bugged him to take her to the Fisher Group. Lucy was worried about not being able to find William. By chance, now she saw him driving on the road.
"Quick, follow that car in front." Lucy hurriedly told the driver.
"Yes, ma'am," the driver replied respectfully.
William's car headed straight for the outskirts. Grace couldn't help but feel puzzled. "Lucy, where's William going?"
Lucy stared hard at the handsome figure in the car ahead. Even from this distance, Lucy felt she could sense his cold vibe.
A thought popped into Lucy's head. "What day is it today?"
"The fifth of June," Grace replied, confused.
Lucy thought, 'If I remember right, today is William's dad's death anniversary.'
She had heard Michael mention that around this time every year, William would go to the cemetery to pay his respects to his dad.
At the cemetery, William parked and trudged up the winding path to the hilltop. At the very center of the hill stood a solemn tombstone. It was the tombstone of William's father, Owen Fisher.
William knelt down, his tall, straight figure rock-solid, his deep, dark eyes locked on the middle-aged man in the photo who looked a lot like him.
"Dad, I'm here," William said, his handsome face looking worn out and somber.
When William was fifteen, Owen had an accident. During a yacht trip, a storm hit, and the yacht sank. Owen disappeared. Bradley led a seven-day search before finding Owen's cold, lifeless body.
Everyone called it an accident, but William didn't buy it. Owen's yacht was top-notch, built to handle storms. Even though the wind was strong that day, the yacht shouldn't have gone down that easily.
Plus, Owen was a pro at piloting the yacht and a killer swimmer. There were several islands near where the yacht sank. With his swimming skills, he could've reached one of the islands. How could he have drowned?
Bradley had his doubts back then, but after checking everyone involved, he found nothing.
The dead couldn't come back to life, and from then on, the weight of the Fisher Group fell on William's shoulders.
William placed the flowers in front of the tombstone, his handsome face clouded with sadness and gloom. His eyes were determined as he said, "Dad, I know what happened back then wasn't just an accident. Don't worry, I'll find out the truth and make sure you didn't die for nothing!"
The rain started pouring and soon soaked him completely, droplets running down his hair. But William didn't seem to care. He knelt in front of Owen's tombstone, took out a bottle of liquor, and drank non-stop. Leaning against the tombstone, he gently touched the photo of Owen on the tombstone, sharing his thoughts.
"Dad, did you know I still haven't found Marjorie? It's been years. Grandpa set me up with a woman named Margaret. If I can't find Marjorie, I might go through with it. But I promised Marjorie I'd marry her."
When Lucy, panting and holding an umbrella, reached the top of the hill, she saw this scene. William, drenched, sat on the ground, leaning drunkenly against the tombstone, his handsome face full of sorrow.
"William, are you okay?" Lucy walked up and tilted the large umbrella over William. "You're completely soaked."
William ignored her, picked up the bottle, and poured the remaining liquor into his mouth.
Lucy snatched the bottle away. "William, stop drinking. You're wasted!"
William, in a daze, looked up and saw a pretty figure looking at him with concern.
"Marjorie?" William was pretty drunk and couldn't see the woman's face clearly. He instinctively thought that the person caring for him was his Marjorie.
This was the first time Lucy had heard this name, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Who was Marjorie? Could it be Margaret? But that didn't seem right.
Lucy bent down, supporting William with a mix of charm and tenderness. "William, you're drunk. Let me take you home."
William's eyes were deep and hazy, and he called out again, "Marjorie."
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