Chapter 48 Im Home (Part One) (2/2)

Fiona tensed and shook her head. ”I don't think so. I've been made aware that they ar

t have to. I won't tell Grandpa.”

”Don't assume that you could make decisions for me.” Spencer turned to his side as they both drifted off to a fitful sleep.

When the morning came, Fiona finished her breakfast as she prepared to leave for the cemetery. She was just coming out of the door when she was greeted by the sight of Spencer in his car.

”Where are you heading to?” Fiona asked. She couldn't seem to wrap her head around the fact that Spencer waited for her. But for what?

”I'll accompany you to the cemetery. Hop in,” Spencer casually answered.

”Are you sure about this?”

Spencer's patience snapped as he said, ”You were the one who said that Grandpa insisted! Get in and shut up!”

That definitely pulled Fiona from her daze as she stared at him dumbly. ”O-okay.” Fiona nodded as she scrambled to the passenger seat, fastening her seat belt. The engine purred to life as they set off to the cemetery.

Spencer knew the cemetery located at the western suburb of M City like the back of his hand. It was after all, his mother's last resting place. They had buried her there ten years ago and since then, he had visited her countless times. He had never visited Fiona's parents though, even if they were resting only a few grave sites away.

Though he never had visited them himself, he always requested Terence to place flowers before the gravestones of Fiona's parents every time he visited.

They walked through the path leading to where Spencer's mother was put to rest, the wind whistling through them as they trekked upwards. They stopped in front of her gravestone; Fiona laid down the flowers she brought as she bowed her head to pay her respects.

Then, Fiona left for her parents' grave sites. She stopped as she gazed on the portraits of her parents. Spencer stood a few steps behind her as he observed Fiona.

”Mom, Dad, how are you?” Fiona said, her voice soft as it was carried by the wind. She squatted down as she brushed off the debris and the dried leaves that cluttered around her parent's tombstones.