I Was His Wife, Then His Widow, Then No One's But My Own novel Chapter 442

Nora's voice broke completely, choking on her sobs until she couldn't form a single coherent sentence.

"I'm so sorry, Mom. I should have uncovered the truth sooner, but I'm getting close. Xander is helping me investigate. I swear I'll find the people who did this to you. You and Nicholas need to rest peacefully up there."

Nora covered her mouth as her cries echoed through the silent cemetery, carrying a hauntingly tragic weight.

Xander stepped forward and crouched beside her, gently pulling her into his arms and letting her weep against his shoulder.

Once her sobs finally subsided, Xander released his hold and stood up. He faced the headstones, bowing his head in deep respect.

Afterward, he placed a hand over his heart and spoke with unwavering resolve. "Margaret, Nicholas, I'm Xander. It's an honor to meet you, even under these circumstances. I want to personally thank you for bringing Nora into this world and raising such an incredible woman."

A gentle smile touched his lips. "She's kind, resilient, and brilliant—the most extraordinary person I've ever known. She's walked a lonely path and endured too much pain, but that ends today. I make this solemn vow to you both: I will never let her suffer another grievance. She is my world, and I will cherish her more than my own life. You have my word."

As if in response, a soft breeze rustled through the trees, gently brushing against their cheeks.

Not far away, a black Rolls-Royce Cullinan sat idly. Benedict Newman sat in the backseat, his window rolled down as he watched the two figures from a distance.

His gaze lingered on Nora's trembling shoulders for a long, heavy moment. A faint sigh escaped his lips, and his expression shifted imperceptibly—an emotion even he couldn't quite put into words.

"Let's go," Benedict said hoarsely.

The window rolled up smoothly. He had never hated his daughter, not for a single second.

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