Forced Into Marriage: My Husband’s Too Mean novel Chapter 688

Dezi knew.

He knew everything.

This was the first thought that popped up in Lindsey's mind after looking into her son’s eyes and hearing his words.

"And Daddy won’t be visiting me anymore?" Dezi's voice sounded like he was about to cry.

Dezi was not yet old enough to know what was going on, but he keenly guessed the truth from the small details exposed by the adults around him.

It was something that he did not know had been buried in his chest for the past few days. To keep them from worrying, Dezi had not asked or said anything.

Lindsey’s eyes instantly watered. She pulled the little one in front of her into her arms and sniffled. She tried to control her emotions and comforted Dezi, but also persuaded herself to accept the truth. "Daddy loves you very, very, very much...it's just that he went too far away and can't find his way back..."

Dezi wrapped both arms around Lindsey’s neck and his tears fell onto her shoulders. "I know, Mommy...when I miss Daddy, Daddy will miss me too, right?"

"Right..." Lindsey's throat tightened and she choked. "Yes, Daddy will miss you very much. He won't forget you."

The little one in her arms trembled violently. Hearing these words, he smiled while his face was covered in tears. "I will also remember Daddy, always and forever."

Humans did not fear death. They feared the unknown and being forgotten.

Lindsey hugged the little one in her arms and said softly in her heart, ‘Look, Zayn...you don't have to be afraid...we’ll all remember you…’

The day before the funeral, Lindsey went back to the Guggenheim mansion.

"The President hasn't gone back home. He's been living in a hotel since he divorced you." This was Quentin's original statement.

Lindsey came alone. When she parked the car in front of the Guggenheim mansion, she was suddenly in a trance. Her memories went back to that summer day two years ago. Lindsey and Sieben were chasing and playing in the house while Zayn was working in the study upstairs. Soren was outside arranging the security guards' shifts to protect them and there was a nice aroma coming from the kitchen where Mrs. Wendy was preparing dinner.

Lindsey could not help but smile a little. However, she was soon pulled back to reality.

The day was getting hotter. Lindsey pushed the door open and got out of the car, then used the key to open the lock hanging at the front gate.

The lawn in the courtyard looked like it had been regularly tended to as the plants were not growing wildly. There were a few wildflowers scattered about that wilted under the hot sun. The two azalea trees in the courtyard, which were supposedly left behind by Old Madam Guggenheim, were in bloom.

Lindsey stood at the entrance and watched for a while. The scene in front of her and her memory gradually overlapped and turned into a picture she could never forget.

These things stimulated her nerves, so she did not dare to stay too long. She quickly went up to the second floor where she and Zayn used to live, but she did not even have the courage to push open the bedroom again to check it out. After getting what she came for, she left without looking back.

After driving out far away, Lindsey slammed on the brakes.

On the empty road, Lindsey clutched the small porcelain vase in her hand and bent over to lean on the steering wheel. She could no longer hold back her tears.

News of Zayn's death shook the entire Atlantic City, but in contrast, Zayn's funeral was not made public.

"I don't know when I'll come to see you again." She gently stroked the engraved pattern on the top of the box. Her voice was a little broken as she continued, "I really don't want to come and see you. It’s such a cold place and I don't want to come at all."

As she said that, she placed the delicate little urn that she had been holding all this while next to Zayn's urn.

Lindsey sniffled and desperately blinked her eyes, which kept her tears from falling. "Help me to take care of him over there."

"You too, baby..." Her cold fingers landed on the tiny urn. "Accompany Daddy, okay? You must listen to him."

That was their child who died before he was full term. It was a past event that Lindsey was once most reluctant to face.

After that, Lindsey got up and stopped herself from looking back. That was because she was afraid that if she did not leave, she would not be able to resist holding them all in her arms so that no one could touch them again.

Lindsey’s footsteps were rushed as she went back to the side and bit her lower lip.

The next person to come forward was Mrs. Wendy. Her eyes were already red and swollen. When she reached the tombstone, her feet were unsteady and she tripped, almost falling to the ground. She could not say anything and her tears just kept falling uncontrollably into the soft soil beneath her feet, which soon disappeared.

After the death of Old Madam Guggenheim, she had never set foot in the Guggenheim Cemetery in West Hills again. She did not expect that when she came again, it would be such a scene. Old Madam and Old Master Guggenheim were not far away, and now the person they were most worried about also left this world.

This was not the happy ending they all hoped for.

Lindsey did not pay attention to what everyone said to Zayn. Not far away was a sea of acacia trees that bloomed. The red flowers were like little clouds on the trees and they were so beautiful.