Chapter 335 Opening the Casket
Nolan was a bit taken aback. This was the first time since Diana's death that Charles had shown any interest in visiting the cemetery.
Initially, Nolan thought Charles would quickly move on from his grief.
After all, with Charles' status, he could have any woman he wanted.
But he had underestimated Charles' feelings for Diana.
On the day they went to the cemetery, a light rain began to fall.
A thin layer of mist enveloped the graveyard.
Nolan stood beside Charles, holding a black umbrella, with a group of men in black standing behind them.
They had been standing there for quite a while.
Diana's photo on the tombstone was from two years ago.
She looked a bit chubbier than she did now, but her smile was radiant, with dimples at the corners of her mouth, making her look very cute.
Charles crouched down and touched the photo.
It was as if he could feel her warmth through it.
Suddenly, he spoke, "Nolan, do you hear that?"
"What?" Nolan was taken aback. He bent down to listen carefully but heard nothing.
"There's a sound inside. She's calling me."
Charles was half-kneeling, his face almost pressed against the tombstone.
Nolan frowned, his expression darkening, "Mr. Percy, you must be mistaken. There's no sound."
"Did you guys hear it?"
Charles directed this question to the men in black behind them.
They exchanged glances but remained silent.
They hadn't heard anything, but if Charles said he did, then there must be a sound.
Charles took their silence as agreement and stood up, saying, "Dig it up. I want to see her with my own eyes."
Nolan's pupils contracted. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.
He stepped forward to persuade him, "Mr. Percy, let the dead rest in peace. Ms. Spencer's mother's grave is right next to hers. How can you..."
"Just dig hers, not her mother's. I heard her say she wants to go home."
"But..."
"Shut up. You guys, start digging."
Before Nolan could finish, Charles pushed him aside.
Only now did Nolan realize why Charles had brought this group of men to the cemetery. He had planned this all along.
This is madness. Nolan retreated and took out his phone to call Eugene.
As soon as the call connected, he got straight to the point, "Mr. Bailey, we're at Ms. Spencer's grave. Mr. Percy wants to exhume her body."
Eugene, who had been drinking water, nearly choked.
After a fit of coughing, he asked, "What? Is he crazy? Stop him!"
"He's probably lost it." Nolan gripped his phone tightly, lowering his voice as he glanced at the men digging and the expressionless Charles overseeing them.
He continued, "I can't stop him. Only you, Mr. Bailey, can say something to stop Mr. Percy."
Eugene frowned, feeling he had been too honest. He wondered if Frank would still see Charles as a role model if he knew Charles had dared to dig up a grave.
He threw on a jacket and replied to Nolan, "I'm on my way."
After eight men had been digging for a long time, a corner of the wooden casket finally emerged.
When Eugene arrived, the casket lid had been cleared, and the men were about to open it.
"Stop!" Eugene rushed over, not bothering with his umbrella. He looked at Charles standing nearby and threw a punch.
Charles didn't dodge, taking the hit squarely.
He spat out a mouthful of blood and, without expression, ordered the men, "Continue! No one stops without my permission."
Eugene grabbed his collar, "Are you out of your mind? Diana is dead! She's dead! How many times do I have to say it? She's dead, and you still won't let her rest in peace?"
Charles looked up at him, his eyes cold.
"I heard her calling me. I want to take her home."
Eugene's chest heaved with anger, momentarily at a loss for words.
'He's really lost it. The Percy Group is doomed!' he thought.
He gritted his teeth and growled, "Even if she wasn't dead, she wouldn't call you! She hated you! You took her child and her life. Even as a ghost, she wouldn't rely on you. She doesn't want to go home!"
"Here, next to her mother, is where she belongs. Charles, you're so selfish!"
His words were harsh, even making Nolan glance sideways.
However, Charles' expression began to change after hearing this.
His face suddenly twisted with rage, his eyes filled with a murderous glare at Eugene.
"Shut up! No way! We were about to remarry! She will love me!"
Eugene glared back without hesitation.
"Even if you're my good friend, I have to say it. You're so self-centered! You want to control even a dead person. Diana is dead! The coroner's report is with me. What more do you need to believe? Charles, see a doctor. You're sick."
Charles' eyes darkened.
Yes, he had seen her fall into the sea and held her lifeless body.
What was he doubting? What was he hoping for?
His eyes stung as he looked at the unearthed casket.
Due to his orders, the nails on the casket lid had been pried off, falling to the ground with a crisp sound.
Eugene urgently said, "Don't open it!"
Exhuming a body is a great insult to the deceased, and it disturbs their soul.
Everyone present understood this.
But the men in black only listened to Charles. Soon, the casket lid was pushed open a crack.
Charles stood there, through the crack, he saw a bloodless foot, the flesh already decaying, with only a part still attached to the bone.
The most striking thing was the golden anklet with a deep blue gemstone. As it caught the sunlight, it sparkled brilliantly.
"Eternity" had fulfilled its mission, staying with her forever.
He choked up, suddenly shouting, "Stop!"
The men stopped at his command. Charles clutched his head, the voices in his mind causing a splitting headache.
He had heard it, but reality hit him hard. It was all his imagination.
Charles' hands trembled at his sides, tears mixing with the increasing rain, falling into the muddy ground.
The pain in his chest made it hard to breathe. He suddenly bent over and dry-heaved without warning.
Eugene understood that the stomach is an emotional organ, and Charles was in great pain.
He couldn't bear it and stepped forward to support Charles.
Charles spat out more blood, splattering on the casket, bright red and shocking.
"Mr. Percy!"
"Charles!"
Ignoring the concern around him, Charles staggered away from Eugene, reaching out to wipe the blood off the casket.
But the rain mixed with the blood, making it dirtier.
Eugene frowned, took off his jacket, and helped him wipe it.
"Eugene," Charles suddenly stopped, his voice low and hoarse, "It hurts."
He pointed to his chest, repeating, "It hurts so much."
Eugene's eyes reddened.
Charles said it hurt.
He had been in car accidents, chased, and injured countless times, narrowly escaping death several times, but he never said it hurt.
But now, in this state, how much must it hurt?
"I regret it," Charles continued in a hoarse voice, "I really regret it."
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