No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 825

"Mr. Wagner, we need to secure the premises for a more thorough investigation," the officer informed Conrad.

Conrad let out a weary sigh, "Today is the funeral. Please conduct your search quickly, so my parents can finally rest in peace."

"Rest assured, Mr. Wagner!"

The police, leaving no stone unturned, dismantled and inspected the entire coffin. Their conclusion? Only the bottom held anything incriminating.

What they found was enough to threaten the very existence of the Wagner family. As a member, Conrad too was taken in for questioning. His sole request was to bury his parents first.

It was just me and Conrad who laid the first handful of earth over Herschel and Jacqueline's grave.

Once we were done, Sinclair had already left.

Where did he go? Was he off to rescue Fanny?

The thought of Fanny being kidnapped sent a wave of anxiety through me.

I knew Sinclair would do everything to save her. I didn’t know how, but I couldn’t just sit and wait. I needed to act too.

I wasn’t sure how Ernest had become like this, but he once told me about a data collector hidden in an urn. Maybe it was time to put it to use.

I booked a flight straight to Ernest's hometown and headed to the spot where I had once buried the urn.

What was once a mere mound of earth was now overgrown with weeds, desolate and forgotten.

Though it was an empty grave, it evoked a deep sense of melancholy.

Death is like a speck of dust, forgotten by all but these stubborn weeds.

Not wanting to draw attention, I started digging myself, though being pregnant, I quickly grew exhausted.

Herschel and Jacqueline’s coffin was custom-made by Conrad. If they planted false evidence, Conrad would be left to take the fall.

Dustin had played the victim at the funeral, but if he had an ounce of decency or familial love, he wouldn’t be doing this to Conrad.

"Allen, I won’t let you touch this place. Get lost!" I spread my arms wide, standing between him and the grave.

Allen stepped closer, brushing the wheat stalk against my cheek, "Just giving you a hand with the digging. If we find any hidden treasure, we split it fifty-fifty."

"Dream on," I glared at him.

"You’re all bark and no bite," Allen teased, running the wheat across my lips.

I turned away, and he chuckled, scooping me up in an instant.

The men he brought had already started digging with their shovels and pickaxes, tearing into the earth.