Chapter 485

James was currently in a dilemma. On the day he, Kayla, and Lucy dug up the babies’ grave, he had fallen ill after returning home. At night, he kept dreaming of the two children who hadn't yet fully formed. In his dream, Diana would reach out to choke him, screaming that he would have to pay the price for digging up the grave. Meanwhile, Julian stood behind her with a cold glint in his eyes. There were no words of accusation from the man, but the oppressing air around him was enough to make James tremble in fear. When James woke up in the morning, he had no idea what to think about Kayla wanting to marry into the Fulcher family. When James recalled how Kate cared for him, he felt touched and couldn't help but harbor some hope for Diana. He hesitated for a long time before finally mustering up the courage to pick up the phone and try to tell Diana about what he had done. However, this time, Diana didn't answer his call. She had gone to a photo studio to pick up the pictures that Nina had taken on her birthday. Sure enough, pictures taken by a first-class paparazzo were beautiful. Even though Diana wasn't usually fond of her own face, she felt her expressions looked gentle enough to be drawn into the pictures. It was nice enough that she wanted to show her two babies. The weather was lovely, with the crisp autumn air and a comfortable breeze blowing gently on her face. After picking up the photos, she bought two small cakes and went to the cemetery. With the good weather, her surroundings seemed even more peaceful than usual. At the foot of the mountain, Diana got out of the car and slowly made her way upwards. But the further she walked, the worse her expression became. The bright yellow tombstone she had personally carved seemed to have fallen to the ground. However, she was still too far away to clearly see what had exactly happened. She quickened her steps, anxious. When she got closer, she almost cried out in horror. She hadn't been mistaken. The tombstone had really been dug up! They were only babies! Who could they have offended?! The pictures and cakes in her hand fell to the ground with a loud clatter as her gaze was firmly fixed on the big, empty pit. Her eyes turned red with terror, and she used all her strength to stop trembling. Once she was in control, she slowly crouched to find the urn. Her two babies had been so young...! They were still two unformed embryos when they had been taken away from her body, and it was impossible to preserve them without being placed in a refrigerated environment. However, such a place would be too cold for them Diana couldn't bear to let them be trapped in such a place forever. Ultimately, she accepted the hospital's suggestion to have them cremated into ashes. Julian had bought two glass bottles and placed the two babies together in one box. She hoped they could keep each other company that way, and the thought gave her one final comfort. But now, the grave had been dug up, and there was residual rainwater in the tomb. Even the ash box had been opened...! When Diana picked up the box, she felt like her heart was about to burst open. She had never experienced such pure hatred in her life before! Even when she had just lost her two babies, and even when she discovered that Kayla had drugged her, the hate had never burned through her veins like this before! Who on earth wouldn’t even spare the ashes of innocent children?! This was the biggest bond she had in the world! Yet now, even this precious bond had been torn open and shredded to pieces. It was a bloody scene, and Diana felt like someone had dug a part of her heart out and ripped it. It was then Diana realized that in a state of extreme sorrow, she couldn't even cry. She simply held the empty box dumbfoundedly, her fingers holding it so tightly until she heard a snap. Her nails had broken, and her fingers were bloody. Diana felt like she had woken up from a terrible dream. Blinking slowly, she raised her hand to slap herself hard on the face. In the first place, she was the one who had chosen this cemetery. Julian wanted the babies to be buried in the Fulcher family cemetery, but she hadn't agreed. She thought that the scenery with mountains and water would be good, and the babies would be happy. But now... Traces of rainwater from a few days ago could still be seen in the empty grave; looking at the direction in which the tombstone had fallen, this area was on high ground. In other words, the babies' ashes had been washed away by the rain...