Chapter 4

"Do Ms. Saoirse Lorenger and Mr. Jack Lorenger know about this?"

Killian responded hesitantly, "They said it's fine, that with you here, you'll handle it."

I chuckled and said, "Then let's breach the contract."

I hung up the phone and completed the discharge procedures.

Today was the seventh years of my mother's passing, also the last day I promised.

I bought a bouquet of white roses, Irene's favorite and went to the cemetery in the western suburbs.

However, standing in front of the familiar grave, I froze in place.

The photo on the gravestone was unfamiliar.

The name engraved was Lindsay Howard -- Oliver's biological mother.

The blood in my body froze instantly.

Then, laughter and voices of Saoirse and Oliver drifted from behind.

“Zenon, you’re here so early.”

Saoirse carefully pushed Oliver, afraid that the wheelchair would jolt him.

I pointed to the cold stone tablet, my voice trembling. “Where’s my mom?”

She frowned, seemingly displeased with my attitude. "Zenon, keep your voice down, you scare Oliver."

She shielded him behind her before explaining slowly. "Oliver had a dream a few days ago, his mom said she felt alone over here and so cold."

"I asked someone to calculate it and your mom's grave is in a very nice and sunny area, so I moved Aunt Lindsay's grave here."

Jack leaned on his cane and followed behind, seemingly unfazed. "Your mom didn't like to bask in the sun the most, but you insisted on choosing this place."

"Now’s perfect. Just give it to Lindsay and your mom will get what she wanted."

I looked at the three of them, as if watching an utterly absurd drama.

“What about my mom?” I asked, emphasizing each word clearly.

“Her ashes have already been moved to the public cemetery behind here,” Saoirse replied casually.

"Don't worry, I've arranged everything and I won't leave your mom nowhere to go."

Oliver poked his head out from behind her and timidly said, "Zenon, don't be angry. My mom is also your elder. She's now the baby's grandmother. She's both a member of the Lorengers and the Steiners. Taking care of her is also fulfilling her last wish."

“Yes, Zenon.” My father tapped the ground with his cane.

“You promised your mom you would take care of both the Lorengers and the Steiners. Now Lindsay is also part of our family. You can’t favor one over the other.”

They were using a promise I had kept for seven years to force me to accept this absurd situation.

I stared at the unfamiliar gravestone for a long time, then suddenly smirked.

I didn't argue with them anymore. I turned and walked towards the public cemetery behind it.

With the caretaker's guidance, I found my mother's small grave, where even her name hadn't been engraved yet.

I carried the cold urn and walked out. I didn't stop as I passed them.

Saoirse probably sensed that I had finally given in and her tone softened. "Zenon, stop acting like a child. Come home tonight and we'll have a nice family meal together."

"Oliver specially brought you a gift."

What a great favor.

I walked faster, leaving the nauseating voices behind.

Before leaving, I changed my name to Zenon Schneider, taking my mother's name.

I placed the completed divorce certificate on the bedside table in the master bedroom.

To confirm I had no further relation with the Lorenger Family or even the Steiner Family.

I carried my mother's ashes and boarded the plane to go overseas.

Saoirse, who had returned home, suddenly felt uneasy.

She frowned and asked her father-in-law, "Dad, it seems like today is the seventh years of mom's passing."

Jack said nonchalantly, "It's just missing one sacrificial ceremony, we'll have the servants make up for it tomorrow."

But just then, the company's secretary rushed in.

"Ms. Lorenger, Mr. Lorenger, something terrible has happened!"

"The company's cash flow has been cut off and all of our dozen or so projects have defaulted!"

"People demanding their money are all blocking the door!"

Jack frowned and shouted, "Where's Zenon! Tell him to get over here right now and handle this!"

The secretary cried anxiously, "Mr. Zenon Lorenger left a message and then we couldn't reach him."

Saoirse was getting even more uneasy. "What did he say?"

"He said, your business is none of his business," replied the secretary.