Chapter 7
The soldiers stopped in front of the Austin manor’s
s gate.
Lance felt an inexplicable unease welling up in his heart. He could hardly catch his breath.
The police officer holding the urn walked up to Lance with tears in his eyes. “Mr. Lance, I’m sorry to inform you that Ms. Casper was shot multiple times and bravely sacrificed her life in her final mission…”
“Ms. Casper risked her life to defend the country. She deserves our admiration. Therefore, the nation rewarded her the honor of First Class Merit.”
Hearing it, Lance instantly lost strength and collapsed to the ground, saying in disbelief, “Nonsense! Zor is clearly alive!”
The police officer’s voice was hoarse, unable to hide the sorrow. “I’m sorry for your loss.”
He handed the urn to
the urn to Lance.
He saw a black and white photo of me wearing a police uniform on the box, along with the date of my death
Lance’s vision gradually blurred.
“I don’t believe it. Are you and Zoe conspiring to deceive me?
Upon hearing this, the police officer stepped forward to console, “We understand your feelings very well, but we would never joke about such matters.”
But at this moment, Lance couldn’t hear anything. He held my um and stumbled into the house.
The engagement banquet was canceled.
Lance ignored whoever called him and locked himself in the room.
It took him a long time to slowly calm down.
He had just seen me just now, so he didn’t believe that the ashes in the urn were mine.
He felt certain that they had made a mistake; perhaps the person who died looked very similar to me.
Perhaps I got angry at him and was hiding.
With this in mind, Lance gradually calmed down.
He got up and opened the door. Then he walked to my room at the fastest speed.
When he pushed open the door, he felt a slight nervousness rising in his heart for some reason.
“Zoe, I don’t blame you anymore. Come out.”
There was no one in the room.
And the whole room was empty.
At a glance, he knew I wasn’t there.
Lance trembled and murmured, “Why is Zoe’s room so empty?”
Suddenly, he remembered I was burning something a few days ago.
At that time, he didn’t take it seriously, but now he started to ponder my intentions.
“Was it out of anger, or had you planned to leave?”
But Lance was puzzled. He believed that he had never mistreated me except for the night when I turned eighteen.
At that night he distanced himself from me a little to warn me about what I did.
But as an elder, he never forgot his responsibility.
Thinking of this, Lance became somewhat annoyed. He stepped into my room slowl
It was not until Lance walked up to my bedside that he saw a letter placed on the nightstand.
