Chapter 747 How Could the Cemetery Collapse?
Antonio shot her a quick glance but kept quiet.
They both knew the real issue was tangled up in these messy relationships.
Feeling all sorts of complicated emotions, they barely spoke for the rest of the night. Back at the hotel, they cleaned up and hit the sack, finding comfort only in each other's arms.
"Antonio," Sarah suddenly called out, unsure of what to say next.
Antonio hugged her from behind, kissed her forehead softly, and whispered, "I'm here. Everything's gonna be okay."
He knew the truth was coming to light and that things would eventually get sorted out.
Sarah murmured in agreement and shut her eyes.
That night, the already gloomy sky let loose a heavy downpour, with lightning and thunder crashing all night long. The sudden flashes of light at the window made everything feel even creepier.
Antonio wasn't usually one to dream much.
But that night, his sleep was restless, filled with dreams that didn't even belong to him.
They were about Carter.
In his dream, Antonio was like a bystander, watching the young and beautiful Carter trapped in a villa by Harold, not allowed to leave. Harold would come back every night just to satisfy his own desires.
Carter cried every day and even attempted suicide, but was saved by the servants; from then on, Harold had her closely watched, depriving her of even the right to die.
The next morning, Antonio woke up with a start. Outside, the weather was sunny and clear, a beautiful day.
"What's wrong?" Sarah asked, worried.
She had seen him sleeping deeply and didn't want to wake him.
But now, why did he look so pale?
Antonio took a few deep breaths to calm his racing heart.
He rubbed his temples and said hoarsely, "Nothing."
Sarah quickly poured him a glass of water. "Did you have a dream?"
Antonio nodded silently, gulped down the water, but still felt uneasy. Suddenly, he looked up and said, "Sarah, let's go visit my mother."
Sarah agreed, "Alright, get up and wash up first. I'll go change."
They quickly got ready and drove to the cemetery.
Antonio had heard Harold mention the place before.
Back then, he didn't care and had no memories of Carter, so he never thought of visiting the cemetery. But now, because of that nightmare, he suddenly wanted to see her. The cemetery was in the suburbs, about a forty-minute drive away. Antonio parked the car and got out with Sarah.
Sarah reached out to hold Antonio's hand and found his palm sweaty. She tightened her grip, comforting him, "Mom would be so happy to see how well you're doing now. Don't be nervous."
Antonio gave her a reassuring smile and said, "Okay."
They walked towards the cemetery entrance.
The next second, they saw a middle-aged man hurrying out, sweating and muttering to himself, "I'm doomed. I'm doomed! If Mr. Harrington finds out, who knows what he'll do to me!"
He kept murmuring, "Mrs. Harrington's grave is in the best spot! How could it be washed away by the rain! No, I need to make a call to apologize first."
He was rushing out without looking and almost bumped into Sarah.
Sarah was startled and grabbed Antonio's arm.
Antonio had already caught the caretaker's muttering and his eyes narrowed. He quickly reached out to stop him. "Hold up a sec!"
"What?"
Antonio said, "My boss sent me to check on his wife's grave."
The caretaker was impatient. "Then go check it! Why are you stopping me?"
Antonio raised an eyebrow. "My boss is Harold."
He then flashed his Harrington Group ID and quickly put it away.
Seeing that, the caretaker immediately froze.
He slowly turned around, looked Antonio up and down, and then smiled obsequiously. "Oh, so you're a big shot from the Harrington Group. I knew you looked important!"
He hadn't even said anything, and Antonio had come to him!
'Luckily, it's just a subordinate, not Harold himself!' the caretaker thought.
He didn't want to deal with Harold at all, so it was better to let this subordinate handle it!
Antonio didn't want to hear his flattery and raised an eyebrow. "Where's Mrs. Harrington's grave? Take me there."
"Okay, okay!" The caretaker quickly agreed and led the way, explaining at the same time, "The rain last night was really heavy, and somehow it washed over Mrs. Harrington's grave. But don't worry! We'll have it fixed right away!"
"Alright," Antonio responded calmly, but he was somewhat shaken inside.
Last night, there was a heavy rain, he had a nightmare about Carter, and today he learned that Carter's grave had been washed away.
Antonio casually asked, "How long has it been since Mr. Harrington last visited?"
"You don't know?" The caretaker didn't suspect anything. "Mr. Harrington is probably very busy with work! Since he bought this grave, I haven't seen him come by."
His voice grew quieter as he spoke.
Antonio was a bit surprised.
'Harold bought the best grave for my mom, so why hasn't he visited even once?' Antonio found it strange.
'And in the secret lab of the Harrington Group, he has hidden so many photos of my mom from the past. Shouldn't he love her very much? But he never came to visit her grave?' he was confused.
Soon, the three of them arrived at Carter's grave.
In the photo, Carter was smiling, looking gentle and lovely, just as Antonio remembered her.
The caretaker, sensing their somber mood, excused himself. "Sir, take your time. I'll be in the security room up front. Call me if you need anything!"
Sarah nodded at him. "Thank you."
Antonio said nothing, staring at Carter's photo on the tombstone for a long time.
Sarah could feel the oppressive aura emanating from Antonio, but it was something she couldn't share. All she could do was hold his hand.
"It's kind of funny." Antonio's voice carried a hint of self-mockery as he said to Carter, "I want to see you, but I don't know what to say when I'm right in front of you."
His understanding of the word "mother" only came from the photos he had seen, without any additional impressions.
If it weren't for that dream last night, he wouldn't have thought to visit her.
Sarah looked at the bright and cheerful Carter in the photo and tightened her grip on his hand, comforting, "Carter must have been a very good mother. She just didn't have the chance to show it."
Antonio frowned. "I know."
Maybe that thought was the only thing that could support him. He hoped she was a good person.
If the hints from Cynthia's words were true, then Carter's death might very well be connected to Harold.
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