"After all, the first love is hard to forget, and the deceased are always more important than the living!"
"Impossible!" Mrs. Ford said with a resonating voice.
Back then, she had told Mr. Ford that if he wanted to adopt Fiona Ford, he must never seek out that woman again.
Not to mention that Mr. Ford didn't have any information about that woman by his side, she didn't even allow Mr. Ford to pay homage on the anniversary of her death.
Now, Fiona Ford says Mr. Ford went to the cemetery; she doesn't believe it, doesn't believe Mr. Ford would dare defy her words.
"Auntie, he deceived you."
"Each year, Dad would take me out to pay respects to Mom one month early."
"He would even call me away to chat with Mom alone."
"Without you, the two of them would actually be together."
Fiona Ford watched Mrs. Ford's face sink without a trace of fear; instead, the smile on her lips grew even broader.
"If you don't believe it, you can go to the cemetery and see."
