Love beyond the mask (Whitney) novel Chapter 1088

Banyan City—

It was already afternoon.

As soon as the private jet landed, Florence wasted no time and arranged for a car to take Parisa straight to the cemetery in Banyan City.

She was apprehensive about letting Parisa experience Banyan City. Despite the changes over the decade, every nook and cranny held memories.

Florence, with her keen eyes, watched Parisa closely during the ride, observing her expressions.

Parisa’s face was turned towards the window, her eyes deep and distant, filled with a somber melancholy.

Was she remembering something?

To Florence, it seemed Parisa had permanently lost her memory and couldn't possibly recall anything.

As the road became more winding and the afternoon sun began to fade, the lush greenery concealed the cemetery depths.

They had arrived.

Parisa sat silently for a moment, took a deep breath, got out of the car, and looked up at the looming hills and rows upon rows of gravestones. She asked Florence in a cold, distant voice, "Is your grandfather’s grave here?"

"Mom, it’s right up there on the highest peak. Follow me!"

Florence had done her homework and found Faulkner Tennyson’s grave. Bryce had even arranged a ‘Keegan’s tombstone’ in advance.

Everything was set.

If Parisa wanted to pay her respects, she could.

She wouldn’t discover anything unexpected, and then they could quickly return to Emperor City.

Florence led the way up the steps, with Parisa following.

Ninety-nine steps. She counted them silently, matching them with her increasingly rapid heartbeat.