No More Mrs. Forgotten novel Chapter 31

Sharon couldn't help but second-guess herself.

Was she truly the one at fault, or at least partially to blame?

Weighed down by this oppressive, conflicted, and self-doubting mood, they finally arrived at the airport.

After parking the car, York's gaze and expression turned exceptionally grim and solemn.

Sharon's heart ached faintly, accompanied by a dull throbbing in her lower abdomen. Her expression mirrored his, heavy and serious.

Opening the car door, she stepped out, instinctively resting a hand on her stomach.

She silently soothed the little seed growing in her womb: *It's okay. We're just here to bring Caleb home. Mommy will... try not to be... too sad.*

*You have to be brave for me, too...*

York stepped up. His eyes landed on her hand, and his brow furrowed.

After a brief moment, he didn't say a word. He merely lifted his arm, gesturing for her to link hers through it, and extended his other hand for her purse.

In public, he always maintained a flawless facade—never overstepping, always the picture of an elegant gentleman.

Sharon remained silent, handing him her bag, but her other hand lingered on her stomach for a moment longer.

Josiah and Adele had also parked and were walking over.

Adele had her arm linked with Josiah's as well, though she was carrying her own bag.

The two of them looked incredibly well-matched in height.

Adele was slightly taller than Sharon, standing at about five-foot-eight. Walking beside the six-foot-two Josiah, their combined presence was overwhelmingly powerful.

They were even wearing matching outfits—identical black sweaters and trousers paired with sweeping overcoats, dialing the visual tension up to the max.

As the couple approached, Josiah glanced down at his watch. He was likely calculating the exact time, unwilling and unable to be even a minute late.

By now, any lingering urge to argue from the car ride had completely evaporated, replaced by a shared sense of profound grief.

Stopping in front of them, Josiah raised his eyes, frowned, and looked directly at Sharon. "Stomach hurting?"

Only then did Sharon realize her hand was still resting on her abdomen.

"No," she replied, dropping her hand.

York spoke up. "Let's go."

He still wasn't sure if she was actually dealing with some gastrointestinal discomfort, but it didn't matter right now. The most important thing was not to waste a single second.

Since Sharon claimed she was fine, Josiah didn't press the issue and simply started walking.

They finally navigated the seemingly endless passage and soon emerged onto the tarmac. There actually weren't many people present today. It was just Caleb's parents and his sister.

Aside from them, it was the four of them, along with a few other younger relatives and childhood friends.

By the time they arrived, their tears were already flowing uncontrollably.

Caleb's parents, Paula and Reuben Fletcher, were devastated beyond words. Their eyes were terrifyingly red and swollen, as if they had wept until they had absolutely nothing left to shed. Supported by others, they stood hunched and trembling.

Watching them, Sharon's tears surged, and she let out uncontrollable, muffled sobs.

No one present was spared from the agony; everyone was weeping and crying.

However, the military plane hadn't arrived yet.

They had to wait. The deceased held the utmost priority; the hero demanded absolute respect.

The sorrow permeated the air, expanding to its absolute limit, leaving every attendee in excruciating pain.

The four of them stepped forward in solemn reverence.

York was the first to speak. His voice was laced with an uncontrollable, trembling sob as he said, "Mr. and Mrs. Fletcher, I am so deeply sorry for your loss."

Sharon was crying so hard she couldn't even form words. She simply lowered her head in a deep bow, taking several seconds before finally managing to whisper, "I'm so sorry."