Chapter 387

The courtroom had mostly emptied out, leaving just a few of them behind. Eleanor Carmody’s mood was still heavy—not because of that scumbag Jonathan Godfrey, but for her father. She glanced at Calliope Godfrey, voice low and hoarse. "Callie, I want to visit your grandpa’s grave." "Of course, I’ll go with you," Calliope responded without hesitation. After grabbing a quick bite at a nearby diner, they drove straight to the cemetery. Outside the window, the sky had unknowingly turned gray. Rain fell in a steady drizzle, chilly and dull, mirroring the feelings of the mother and daughter. Dorothy held an umbrella for Eleanor, who leaned on her cane with one hand and clutched a bouquet of white chrysanthemums in the other. She waved away everyone else’s attempts to help her, gritting her teeth as she climbed the steps slowly but firmly. Halfway up, she stopped and glanced back at Calliope. "You guys… stay here for now." Calliope, eyes red, stopped where she was. She was also holding a bouque