Chapter 117: Triplets’ Mighty Mom Chapter 117

Chapter 117 Grace's Death Anniversary

Silas's heart felt astringent. With a voice of comfort, he said, “You're the one who's still immersed in

the happiness of your childhood and are unwilling to come out of it. Now, you're able to live an

interesting life without relying on a man because your son is so intelligent and outstanding. Isn't

this happiness to you?” Camila smiled. “Well. That's right. I'm so much happier ever since I had my

son! Giving birth to him was the best decision I ever made in my life.” South also smiled, exposing

his small teeth. “I feel happy and grateful to have you too, Mommy.”

Meanwhile, Silas looked at Camila and thought to himself that he was happy to have them too. All

of a sudden, Silas wanted to make up for them since she must have suffered a lot whilst raising her

child alone! "What would you like to eat in the future? You can come here. I'll make some dishes for

you both!” Today was the death anniversary of Camila’s mother. Camila had already awakened early

in the morning and dressed herself and her son in black. She also wore a bunch of small white

flowers in front of her chest. Just as she finished dressing up, she received a phone call from Marcus.

“Camila, today is Aunt Grace's death anniversary. Please wait for me; I'm coming over too.” Camila

then replied, “Alright.” Ten minutes later, when Camila came downstairs, she saw a familiar car

parked by the side of the road. Beside the car stood a man dressed in black. He had a tall figure and

was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles. His entire body exuded a refined gentleness. It was

her cousin, Marcus. Camila then walked over to greet him. “Marcus!” South also called out to him,

“Uncle Marcus!” Marcus smiled as he looked at the both of them. “South, you've become even more

handsome!” South grinned and replied, “Uncle Marcus, you're the same-still as handsome as

before!” Marcus then reached out to ruffle South's little head twice. “Little brat, you're such a good

talker now!” After they got in the car, the car slowly departed. Forty minutes later, they stopped at

the cemetery behind a mountain. Upon arriving at this place, everyone's emotions became

especially heavy. With a bunch of chrysanthemums and flowers in Camila’s hands and a basket of

fruits in Marcus’, they came before Grace Cohen's gravestone. On the gravestone, Grace's face and

smile were all there. However, it was clear that it had not been taken care of for a long time. The

flowers placed on the gravestone were scattered all over the floor; fallen leaves were everywhere

and the gravestone was covered in a thick layer of dust.

All of a sudden, Camila’s nose burned as tears started welling up in her eyes. “Mom, I've come to

visit you.” Upon saying this, she knelt before Grace's gravestone. South and Marcus also squatted

down to help tidy the area, whereupon they helped place the fresh flowers and the fruits. Camila

then wiped Grace's gravestone with a handkerchief while choking up. “Mom, have you been well on

the other side? Is it cold there? I've returned to the country and I'm doing well right now. I'm able to

protect myself too. Mom, look. This is your grandson, South Brooklyn.” As she was talking, Camila

pulled South over and introduced him to Grace. “South, this is your grandma. Please bow your head

in respect to her.”

Hence, South kneeled obediently in front of Grace's gravestone and bowed his head down toward

it. “Grandma, I know you. Mommy always cries while holding your photo. Every year, Mommy would

become unhappy and would not eat anything on this day. She would also buy a lot of candles

because she said that you're afraid of the dark. Grandma, you have to be happy in the heavens. That

way, Mommy will be happy too!”

Marcus kneeled down too. “Don't worry, Aunt Grace. I'll take good care of Camila, so you don’t have

to be concerned about her.” “Mom, I miss you so much. How I wish I could hug you again!” Camila

then reached out to hug the gravestone and cried out, “You always say that girls don’t need to know

everything, but you didn't say that you would leave me. Now, I don’t even know anything, and I

can't even take good care of myself. South always complains about the takeouts and says that my

cooking is terrible. I don’t even know what to do anymore.” South was slightly startled by her words

and immediately bowed at the gravestone again. “I didn’t do that, Grandma. I didn’t complain about

Mommy. My mommy's the best so don’t you worry; I'll take good care of her!”