"You forced Noah Drexler to marry Autumn Duval!" Summer Shawcross pursed her lips, kindly reminding him.
But the old Mr. Drexler ignored her, simply touching the tombstone and slowly speaking.
"Amber, I'll explain it to you properly when I join you down there, don't listen to this girl's nonsense..."
Summer was speechless, this old man was indeed still shameless, so she quietly watched his performance.
Mr. Drexler looked at the tombstone, and as he did, a trace of happiness appeared on his face.
"We haven't seen each other for so many years, and now we can finally meet again. You might despise me more now that I'm just an old fool." At this, Mr. Drexler sighed.
Beside him, Summer felt a bit of a sting in her nose, thinking of what the housekeeper had told her before, she couldn't help but interject and ask.
"Why didn't you let Noah move the grave back then?"
