Chapter 196
The Ceo’s Convict Wife
âHave you forgotten what has happened to your father?â Leonard reminded Jonathan again.
âI didnât forget. I also said I wonât repeat my fatherâs mistake,â Jonathan said.
âIn that case, you should kick Rosalie out of the Youngblood residence and ask her to disappear from your life!â Leonard snapped.
âIâm afraid it canât be done.â Jonathanâs eyes darkened. When he heard Leonard say that, his heart clenched suddenly. He almost instinctively rejected such a suggestion and did not even want to consider it.
âYouâ¦â Leonard choked and glared at his grandson.
âGrandpa, I wonât repeat my fatherâs mistakes, so Iâll have everything under my control. Iâll make Rosie get so used to my existence that she canât leave me at all,â he said with a low chuckle, but his eyes seemed to be warning Leonard. âSo, I hope you can stay out of my business. If you interfere too much, I canât guarantee that I wonât do anything to restrict your movements.â
Leonardâs face reddened instantly. He coughed several times before finally stopping, but he seemed angry. âAre you threatening me?â
Jonathan stared at Leonard and said, âNo, Iâm just reminding you. If anything happens to her, no one can get away, Grandpa!â
Leonardâs turbid but still sharp eyes stared at Jonathan. He knew Jonathan was not kidding.
âWhatâs so good about that woman? Why are you so obsessed with her?â Leonard could not understand it.
He had had someone bring Rosalie to him to have a look. In his opinion, she was very ordinary and drastically different from the granddaughter-in-law he wanted.
âBecause sheâs the first woman to treat me like family.â Jonathan smiled. Rosalie had said that they could rely on each other from then on.
Rosalie made him feel at home again after so many years.
Every time he called her Rosie, it was as if they were really family.
He wanted to keep this feeling.
Leonard looked at Jonathan in disbelief. It was as if Jonathanâs answer was ridiculous, and Jonathan had said that to brush him off.
Jonathan smiled faintly. âGrandpa, you wonât understand.â
Leonard said with hatred, âSooner or later, youâll regret it!â
âGrandpa, you can try to live as many years as possible to see if Iâll regret it,â Jonathan said with a gentle smile.
Leonard snapped. âO-Okay! Iâll wait for the day you regret it then!â
In the afternoon, Rosalie walked out of the diner and went to her motherâs grave with the flowers she bought yesterday. When her mother died, her father did not buy a plot in the cemetery but buried her in the graveyard of a friendâs village. It was because it was cheap.
Back then, you only needed to bribe the officials with cigars and pull some strings. It was much cheaper than buying a plot in the cemetery.
Later, she also considered choosing a date and relocating her motherâs grave. After all, the current grave was just a grave on a hill near that village.
It was inconvenient to visit the grave. In addition, there were already many cracks due to the grave being old. It would probably be a big project to repair, and it would be better to move the grave to the cemetery.
However, the idea was naturally put on hold due to her imprisonment. After she got out of prison, she had no money. Not to mention the money to buy a plot in the cemetery, she could not even afford to hire workers for the grave relocation.
When Rosalie walked to the foot of the mountain, she saw that the village registrar had already set up a shed at the foot of the mountain. Grave visitors registered one after another.
However, when Rosalie stepped forward and registered under his motherâs grave number, the registrar immediately said, âThis grave has been relocated. What are you doing here?â
âRelocated?â Rosalie froze.
âYes, someone called Gordon Leighton relocated it. Heâs probably the husband of the grave owner,â the registrar said after looking through the records, Rosalie suddenly recalled how her father had asked her to return using grave relocation as an excuse last time. However, Howeve when she went back afterward, Gordon and Caitlinâs focus was not on the grave relocation but on Calvin.
She did not overthink about the grave relocation, but she did not expect her father to relocate the grave so suddenly without even noticing her.
âDo you know where they relocated the grave?â Rosalie asked hurriedly.
The registrar said, âI donât know. We only care about the graves being moved out. We donât care where others relocate the graves!â
Rosalie bit her lip and said relentlessly, âC-Can I go up the mountain and have a look? Iâll register and go up the mountain to have a look. If it has really been relocated, Iâll come down immediately.â
Seeing her pale and anxious face, the man let her go without embarrassing her much.
Rosalie almost ran up the mountain. When she ran to her motherâs grave, she only saw an empty pit.
The tombstone was gone. Besides the pit, there was only a small pile of dirt.
The grave had indeed been moved away!
Rosalie froze. Then, she took out her phone and dialed her fatherâs phone number.
The phone rang for a long time before finally getting through. Gordonâs voice came from the other end of the line. âWhat is it?â
âDid you move away Momâs grave?â Rosalie asked.
Gordon replied impatiently, âSo what if I did? Whatâs the matter? Do you still remember your motherâs grave, you ungrateful brat?â
âWhere did you relocate Momâs grave to?â Rosalie asked.
âHa, do you care about your motherâs grave now? Didnât you say youâre not part of this family? I donât think you need to know where your mother is buried now,â Gordon said impatiently.
Rosalie pursed her lips and took a deep breath before replying, âThen what will it take for you to tell me where youâve relocated Momâs grave.â
âYou ungrateful brat, are you begging me? Do you remember what you said when we asked you not to mess with Calvin lest you ruin your sisterâs relationship? Iâm telling you, I wonât tell you where the grave has been relocated if you donât pay me 10 million dollars,â Gordon threatened.
Gordon hung up the phone after saying that.
When Rosalie called him back, he did not answer the phone.
Rosalie hurried down the mountain and came directly to the Leighton residence. However, no one answered her whether she rang the doorbell or knocked on the door.