Chapter 156
I slept in a daze until the next morning.
When I woke up, it was already half past ten.
I got dressed and suddenly felt like visiting my mom's grave.
When Indigo saw me coming downstairs, she came to ask if I wanted to eat.
"Did Mr. Morgan come home last night?"
"No."
I forced a smile. "I waited for a while, but it got too late, so I went to bed. He must be busy and didn't come back."
Even now, I was still making excuses for Levi.
I was afraid of being laughed at, afraid of looking pathetic, so I just lied to myself.
"Let me make you something to eat then. You need to keep your nutrition up—you're not alone now."
"No need, I'm meeting a friend for lunch."
"Is it Nola? She can take you to good food."
"Yeah."
I lied again. Indigo didn't know about Nola's pregnancy.
Indigo comforted me, "Mr. Morgan will definitely be back today. I'll prepare a nice dinner for you two."
"Okay."
I wasn't looking forward to seeing him anymore. Since he didn't come home last night, who knows when he'd come back.
He didn't contact me, and I wouldn't contact him either. This distance between us was fine. I shouldn't have expectations. I shouldn't use his words about only loving stars to fool myself.
People change. Maybe he just had a few drinks that day and said some nice things when he was happy.
No hope means no disappointment. I needed to control my feelings, couldn't just give myself away completely—that would only leave me with no dignity.
I arrived at my mom's grave.
I swept away the dust around it. Because I paid extra to the management, there were no weeds.
Besides, this kind of cemetery rarely grew grass anyway.
I placed the flowers in front of my mom's tombstone, my heart feeling torn apart.
"Mom, are you okay?"
As soon as I spoke, my nose stung and tears flowed out.
I wiped the tears from my cheeks, trying not to cry.
"Things seem to have gotten bad again lately. Another woman wants to marry him. He's already married to me, but I have no say at all. Even when I'm angry, I'm angry all by myself."
"Mom, I'm about to turn another year older. How old are you now? I'm pregnant again. Mom, can you come be with me?"
I looked at the stone tablet in front of me. The cold words on it made me sad. There was no photo of my mom—I was afraid Chase would find her grave.
But my worry was unnecessary. He never looked for it at all.
I really regretted meeting him here last time. If I had always avoided him, he wouldn't have gotten a penny from Levi.
"Mom, he's gone too. You two will never meet. He left a will asking me to take care of his funeral. Mom, isn't that ridiculous?"
"Mom, what should I do? Should I call him first? The pressure is so heavy. Carrying two babies, scared every single day."
I touched the words on the tombstone, my heart aching so much I could barely breathe.
If my mom were still here, she would definitely give me advice. Or at the very least, she'd say don't be sad, she'd take care of me.
I sat on the ground, completely drained. I reminded myself to stop crying—my eyes and head already hurt so much.
If I kept crying, I might get sick. But in my current situation, if I got sick I could only tough it out—no medicine, no treatment.
The cold air kept hitting my face. I stood up and decided to leave.
I looked back several times, but I knew I couldn't expect anything anymore. I could only talk to myself. After leaving here, I still had to be strong.
"Blair, are you here to visit a grave too?"
Jessa waved at the cameraman, signaling him to leave first.
She looked me up and down. "Been crying?"
"What are you doing here?"
Jessa laughed lightly. "I'm here to pay respects to family. There's this documentary recently, and with the holiday coming up, the filial piety theme is really popular. I'm here to sweep his grave, show my devotion."
"Who?"
"My dad. Well, technically my stepfather. I don't even know who my real dad is, haha."
Chase was buried here too?
"What do you mean?"
I asked her back.
"What's wrong? I just thought it would be better to let him be with his first wife. My mom definitely wouldn't be buried with him."
"Are you deliberately trying to disgust me?"
Jessa glanced at me. "Blair, I hadn't thought that much about it before, but now that you mention it, I actually think my decision was right."
"You..."
"Isn't it good to let him repent to your mom? They can keep each other company."
She was clearly doing this on purpose. Or maybe I was careless. I didn't want to handle Chase's funeral, but I could have stopped Jessa from burying him here.
Now that he was buried here, I really felt she was disgusting me, disgusting my mom.
"Blair, this isn't my fault. His will said for both of us to handle his funeral arrangements. You didn't come, so I made the decision myself. You're the older sister—if you had come, I would have listened to you."
Jessa shrugged. "You didn't come, so I decided on my own. I didn't know anything back then. They said burying him here would make me look filial, especially since the annual maintenance fee here is expensive."
"I'll give you money. Move him away."
"Blair, what are you thinking? I had someone read the feng shui—this location is good for me."
I clenched my fists. "You're not even his biological daughter. What does his feng shui have to do with you? Besides, your mom cheated on him—do you think he'd still bless you?"
Jessa's face fell. "You're his biological daughter and you didn't take care of it. Now that he's already buried, you're upset about it."
"Name your price. I'll have someone move his grave. You won't have to spend anything, and I'll give you money on top of that."
I was worried Jessa would use this to deliberately make things difficult for me, so I just offered her money. Money was what she needed most right now.
"Your offer is tempting, but I still owe you money..."
"I don't want it anymore!"
Jessa was shocked. "Blair, are you out of your mind? Are his ashes worth that much?"
All I wanted was for Chase's grave to leave this place, so even if she asked for an outrageous amount, I would agree.
"Just agree to it."
"I really want to agree—this is so tempting. But Blair, I've never seen you this angry before. I find it so interesting. I'm just not going to agree."
Finally catching a chance to disgust me, Jessa would definitely not let it go. She just wanted to see me angry, and right now, even letting her take advantage of me wouldn't work.
"I can negotiate with you now, but if you don't agree, I'll have my lawyer talk to you."
The will was very clear—I had the right to decide Chase's funeral arrangements. Plus, I was his biological daughter, which carried more weight than Jessa.
"Whatever. That lawyer process will take time. Let him keep your mom company for a few more days."
The anger in my chest was hard to release. What Jessa did really disgusted me...