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Chapter 43 A Dispute
Chapter 43 A Dispute
Chapter 43 A Dispute
Without a word, Jacob's face turned cold as he strode towards Avery, carrying a pervasive aura of chill.
His Adam's apple moved slightly. "I also hope this has nothing to do with you. On that day, however,
you went, and you stayed in the cemetery for three hours. Tell me, what were you doing?"
Avery found it utterly ridiculous. "I told you before. I went to visit Grandma. Is it wrong for me to talk to
her when there's no one else to confide in? This is a tombstone, not a steamed bun. It won't break just
from a touch! Even if you want to frame me, please present some evidence."
"Take a good look. What is this?"
Jacob pulled out more photos, and Avery, holding a hammer, even surprised herself.
"A cemetery worker dropped his tool. I saw him pitiable, so I picked it up for him."
Avery couldn't fathom how someone managed to capture this moment on camera. She hastened to
explain, "I only spoke a few words at Grace's grave. Everything was fine when I left. Jacob, believe me.
Why would I do such a thing? What benefit does it bring to me?"
Seeing her flustered attempts at justification, Jacob found it bitterly comical. He lifted her chin with his
long, slender fingers, pressing lightly against her lips. "Such a beautiful mouth and not a single word of
truth. John has already admitted that he told you about Grace's grave, and you even went as far as
hiring a private detective."
She knew that nothing could escape Jacob's keen eyes, so she confessed directly, "Yes, I did hire a Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.
detective to investigate this matter. But it was to understand why you suddenly changed like this. Even
if I knew that Olivia was Grace, I only left a bouquet of flowers at her grave and then went to
Grandma's grave. Moreover, I... I'm sick and don't have the strength to turn the scene into such a
mess!"
"Do you think I would believe this?Until her death, Grace assumed Olivia's identity. Apart from your
Adams family, she had no enemies. Why would anyone desecrate her tombstone when she was
assumed dead for two years?"
"Others couldn't have done it. Could it possibly be me?"
"Yes, you're unwilling to accept how distant I've been these two years. You blame me for not saving the
child, for bankrupting the Adams family. You resent me deeply, and even more so, you despise Grace,
who turned the Adams family into this. Learning her true identity, you took out your anger on her
grave."
Avery shook her head repeatedly. "No..."
Jacob advanced step by step, continuing, "You've clearly made up your mind to divorce me, but
suddenly, you backtrack and ask for a month. What are you plotting? Do you want to avenge Martin?'"
Avery's eyes welled up with anxious tears. She felt utterly defenseless at this moment. She shook her
head repeatedly. "No, I've never thought like that!"
However, at this moment, Jacob was simply unable to absorb any of her explanations. He gradually
tightened his fingers, pinching Avery's chin, causing her pain. His eyes were filled with a glint of
disappointment.
"Avery, do you know how much I wish for this matter to have nothing to do with you? I had people
searching for evidence for an entire day, trying to prove that you're innocent, but all they found were
these. Today, after you went to the mental hospital, Jane committed suicide. What did you say to her?
Do you think that avenging Martin will wake him up?"
He attributed all of this to Avery. She was at a loss for words.
Grace was the Achilles' heel of Jacob. After her death, someone broke her tombstone and dug up her
grave, which not only showed great disrespect to the deceased but also amounted to a direct challenge
to the power of the Hill family. Who could possibly endure such a thing?
Jacob's fingers slid down, finally resting on her delicate neck, and his grip tightened little by little.