Chasing The Vengeful Villainous Heiress-Chapter 109: I did some digging

Max was furious but he did not let the words slip out of his lips. What the hell is Steven planning?

He hated all these obstructions that were delaying his happy life with Valerie. They were still yet to have their honeymoon because of problems that kept rising one after another.

"Max," Valerie called and he looked up only for her to grab his face and kiss his lips.

He was surprised but soon warmed up to it and placed his arm around her waist.

’Is this enough?’ Valerie thought. ’Will this get his mind off his anger for now?’

She slowly pulled away from the kiss and hugged him, dropping his head on her shoulder.

"What’s this?" Max asked. "First, a kiss, and now this."

"Don’t complain and just take it as it comes." She said and patted his back. He sunk into her embrace and shut his eyes. "Are you mad?" 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

"I was." He answered honestly. "But it’s gone down now. Thank you."

"You’re welcome."

Max left her embrace and said.

"Damn, I almost forgot I wanted to take you somewhere after this." He said and got up, stretching his hand down to her.

"Where?"

"You finally got your revenge and rid the world of those horrible people. Don’t you think it’s time to let that assistant of yours know?" He said and her eyes widened.

"You mean..." He nodded.

Valerie took his hand and he lifted her up to her feet.

From there, he took her to the car and ordered the driver to drive.

Valerie suddenly started feeling nervous. They were just going to Frankie’s grave but why did it feel like that?

"Are you nervous?" Max asked her and she nodded. "Just because you’re going to her grave?"

"I don’t know either." She said and looked out the window. "The world has changed and the tables have turned and there’s a lot I want to say to her..." she pursed her lips. "...her grave, but I get nervous thinking I’m going to reunite with her when all I’ll see are gravestones." She laughed. "Funny."

Max was silent. He equally looked outside the window not knowing how to comprehend her words. Frankie was just an assistant but maybe they grew close because she was the only one she relied on.

"Tsk." He subconsciously clicked his tongue.

They got to the graveyard and Max led her through. She kept her head up and did not glance down at the gravestones.

It was a pitiful place but none of them concerned her.

’Come to think of it, I was never told where my parents were buried.’ she thought and looked up to see a gate.

"Just beyond that gate." Max said and held her hand. "It’s there."

Valerie braced herself till they got to the gate.

He opened it and compared to the gloomy atmosphere they just walked through, this side of the cemetery was actually filled with... flowers?

"This is..."

"I did some digging." Max said, understanding his wife’s confused expression. "Mr and Mrs Ross were both buried here and a garden was built above them."

Valerie was surprised. It was so pretty, honestly.

Could this still be called a cemetery?

’Did they add this in their will as well?’ Valerie thought as she looked around. ’Well, figures. They were able to prepare that much. I don’t think anything was stopping them from writing where they would like to be buried.’

"Oh ho, it seems there’s a visitor today." An old lady said, approaching with a trowel in her gloved hand, and a little flower pot on the other hand. She was wearing a sun hat and an apron to avoid the dirt from dirtying her clothes.

"So, who might it be?" She asked and then spotted Valerie. The red eyes caught her attention right away and the pot fell from her hand. "You..." Realizing she had lost her senses for a moment, she closed her eyes and shook it off. "My apologies. I think I was too overwhelmed for a moment."

Valerie looked at Max and asked,

"Who is she?"

"From my sources, she is the one who maintains this garden." He said. "And she used to be..." He looked down at her. "Your nanny."

Valerie’s eyes widened and she looked down at the old lady.

"My... Nanny?" She asked and then furrowed her eyebrows. "I never had a nanny." She said, coldly.

The old lady shook her head and said,

"You’re right. Given that I didn’t spend any reasonable amount of time with you, there’s no way I can parade myself to be your nanny. Please, just refer to me as Margret. I am the one taking care of this garden, as well as looking after your parent’s grave." She smiled.

Valerie was still not put at ease with this introduction. She tightened her grip on Max’s hand, asking him to explain further what was going on.

She didn’t recognize this lady and her name didn’t ring a bell either so hwk was she her nanny? And why was she given such an important job as taking care of her parent’s grave?

Her expression asked so many questions that Max Had to smile and reassure her.

"It’s fine." He patted her head. "I’ll explain it to you but first, let’s go and visit your parents."

Valerie nodded and returned her gaze to the old lady. Margret.

Margret showed them where their graves were. There was a flower bed above their graves so one could not easily guess that this was a person’s grave.

"Your mother was a fan of tulips." Margret explained. "And your father, though not very enthusiastic about roses, would pick roses each time he wanted to give your mother flowers, even when he knew she liked tulips. Your mother did not complain, feeling he had his reasons for picking roses each time." She explained and looked over at Valerie.

Valerie had her eyes on the flower bed, looking like she wanted to hear more.

"There was a time she asked him why he always bought roses and he said, ’Compared to tulips that have a soft pink shade, roses are sharp and compliment your eyes above any other flower. No matter how many times I have to do it, I will pick roses for you because you are as elegant, as beautiful, and as dangerous as one.’ Those were his words."