Chapter 4

After half an hour. The Rolls-Royce parked at the entrance of Mountain's Fork Cemetery. Through the car window, Josephine read the three big words, Mountain's Fork Cemetery, and her delicate face turned pale. The reason for her trip home was to visit her seriously ill grandmother. Unless Grandma had… "Is Grandma here?" Josephine gasped. "Rose is." Jay corrected her. "Rose? Rose is buried here?" Josephine breathed a sigh of relief. Then, she asked quizzically, "It's not the Qingming Festival, so why are we here?" (TN: Chinese families visit the tombs of their ancestors during Qingming Festival to clean the gravesites, pray to their ancestors, and make ritual offerings.) Josephine suddenly squealed with excitement, "You still have feelings for Rose, I knew it! I mean, what else could explain that crazy genius baby Jenson?” Jay was already taking long strides toward the high steps. Large cypress pine trees were planted on both sides of the stairs. At Josephine's words, he came to a stop. He sighed dispiritedly, “Jenson was an accident. He was not a result of love!” Josephine smacked her lips and said thoughtfully, "Why don't you have more accidents, then? Since your genes are so great, seems a waste to not utilize them more often.” "Not every child will have Jenson's good fortune of not inheriting his mother’s inferior genes.” When Jenson’s name was brought up, a trace of warmth appeared on Jay’s cold, handsome face. His son, Jenson, not only physically resembled his father, but he also inherited his talented genes. At the age of five, the kid was already a world-class hacker. Although Josephine was fond of her nephew, she could never get used to Jay's arrogance and narcissistic attitude. Therefore, she was more than happy to pull the rug from under his feet. “Yeah, he inherited all your good traits but he also caught your bad ones. Mother said he was even more haughty and untalkative than you were when you were a child. For a while, she was worried that he might have autism." "How about you talk less?" Jay snapped. He never felt that his son had any problems. Josephine sighed resignedly, "Have you never met kids before? They cry and they laugh. Like kids should.” For some reason, Jay suddenly thought about the little girl he bumped into at the airport exit. "I met one just now. Even though the little girl was cute, there was nothing else to her. If that’s what you mean by being a kid, I’d rather Jenson not be one!” With that, Jay turned his attention to the tombstones to search for the particular tomb. After hearing Jay's declaration, Josephine decided to drop the argument. "What is Rose’s tombstone lot number?" Josephine asked instead. "674," Jay stated. "674? Go and die?" Josephine gasped exaggeratedly. “Rose was really unlucky, huh. How'd she even get such an unlucky number?” (TN: 674 sounds like go and die in Mandarin.) Josephine had not realized it, but Jay’s tall figure had come to a halt. It seemed like a dark cloud had overcast his handsome face. The temperature of the air around him seemed to have plummeted. ‘674? ‘Go and die? ‘That’s what it meant? ‘Is this a coincidence or was it on purpose? ‘If it wasn't a coincidence, then that must mean that b*tch Rose faked her own death. Did she pull off this classic ruse of misdirection to sway me?’ When Jay found the tombstone with the lot number 674 and read the name that was carved, he was completely frozen. Sure enough, he was played for a fool by Rose! The elegant carving on the tombstone read, “Here lies Angeline Severe.” ‘Angeline? How could it be her?’ Josephine instinctively let out a yelp when she came over and read the name on the tombstone. "Oh my gosh! Jay, it's Angeline!” Jay stared at the tombstone. He could not wrap his head around how Rose's tombstone became Angeline’s. Angeline was a highly educated young lady hailing from a respectable family, while Rose was a b*stard bum from the countryside. How could the two complete polar opposites end up sharing the same tombstone? "Jay, if lot 674 is Angeline’s tomb, then where’s Rose buried?" Josephine asked bemusedly. Jay sneered menacingly, "So, she’s not dead yet, huh? Well, she will be soon.” He would personally make sure of it when he got his hands on her. Jay stared around the cemetery for a while. His gaze looked nostalgic and somewhat reluctant. After a long moment, he eventually got up and left. When Jay returned to the car, he gave a call to his assistant. "Find a way to get patient Harper’s family to transfer her to Grand Asia Hospital asap!" Over the phone, his assistant, Grayson, was speechless. Harper was the mother of the supposedly deceased Lady Rose. He remembered clearly the day he learned of Lady Rose’s mother. He had asked for instructions from the president. At that time, the president’s original words were, “I’ll pay for her treatment. But after that, I never want to hear about her ever again.” Why did the president change his mind so soon? "Understood, sir," Grayson replied. As Jay hung up the phone, a thin leer spread across his lips. Josephine turned away when she saw Jay's ominous expression. She knew what it meant—Rose was in big trouble. ... Rose got off in Splendid Town. That very evening, Rose received a phone call from the hospital concerning her mother. The person on the line told her that due to the sudden deterioration of her mother's condition, she should transfer her mother to Grand Asia Hospital’s nephrology specialist as soon as possible. Grand Asia Hospital, Jay's company. Rose’s mind instantly went blank. She had vowed to never step foot into Jay’s territory again. Alas, you never know what life would throw at you! Perhaps Jay would not remember her? Rose convinced herself optimistically, and she gathered up all her courage and decided to go to Grand Asia Hospital. The next day. As an extra precaution, Rose dumped her usual ladylike look and adorned a more punk-like style. She teased her hair into dreadlocks and painted her face with trendy makeup—black eyeshadows and overlined crimson red lipstick. On top of that, she wore her comical round-framed sunglasses before grabbing a taxi to Grand Asia Hospital. When Rose delivered her mother's file to the registered doctor on duty, the doctor avoided Rose’s gaze and slowly moved his mouse… A notification instantly popped up on Jay's cell phone and he snatched it up eagerly. After reading the message on the phone’s screen, his attractive and mesmerizing lips arched into an evil grin. "Rose, you can run but you can’t hide!”