Raegan hesitated for a moment.
Then she replied honestly, âI donât know how long it will take me to finish here.
If itâs too lateâ¦â
âIt wonât be too late,â Henley interrupted.
The sporadic light shone on his handsome face, making him look even gentler.
He obviously didnât want to give Raegan a chance to refuse.
âIt will be too boring to go back alone.
I wonât have anyone to talk to, and I may get sleepy while driving.
So, will you wait for me?â
Raegan couldnât bring herself to turn Henley down, so with a hint of reluctance, she agreed to call him later.
Once Henley departed, Raegan called for a taxi and set off directly for the cemetery.
This rural cemetery, unlike the orderly urban ones, was a patchwork of simple dirt graves.
Nonetheless, Raegan had ensured her grandmotherâs resting place was marked with a tombstone.
Upon discovering the tombstone smeared with red paint, rage surged through Raegan, shaking her to the core.
She paid a visit to a nearby family, residing close to the cemetery, and inquired about the incident.
The family, unfamiliar with Raegan, remembered her grandmother well.
Learning Raegan was her descendant, they revealed a villager was responsible, claiming an unsettled debt.
This villager, they said, had faced their attempts to mediate, but his troublesome reputation prevented further confrontation.
Raegan, unaware of any debts her grandmother might have had, was filled with increasing exasperation.
Yet, cleaning the defiled tombstone took precedence.
She borrowed cleaning tools from the family and set to work on the grave, tears accompanying her efforts.
With resolve hardening amidst her grief, she silently pledged to seek justice for her grandmother.
After restoring the graveâs dignity, Raegan entrusted the family with two thousand dollars, assigning them the care of the site and requesting updates on any troubles.
The family accepted, their own financial straits binding them to this place.
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Raegan then obtained the address of the villager and began her search in town.
But before she could locate him, a call from Mrs.
Barton, her neighbor, interrupted, informing her of a mob intent on demolishing her house, with even the propertyâs owner on site.
Rushing to the scene, Raegan arrived to find a throng of people and the police already engaged.
The propertyâs owner, spotting Raegan, sourly declared, âRaegan, we are neighbors.
We bought this house from your uncle.
You wanted to rent it and weâve agreed.
But your collusion with your uncle has led to deception.
We donât want to rent to you now.
Make it clear to everyone that you and your uncle have no claims here.
â
Confusion gripped Raegan.
Since Brentâs detainment after the hospital incident, she had no contact with him.