Reclaiming the CEO's Heart

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, Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

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

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.