Chapter 52

Bellamy was running herself ragged, trying everything she could-calling in every favor, burning every bridge-but when push came to shove, barely anyone stepped up to help her. Without Fraser, what did she-or Hawking Group-still count for? All those so-called connections? They only cared because of Fraser. That was the cold, hard truth. People could be absolutely cutthroat, and business folks were the worst of the lot. "Dad, it's a total mess. I've done everything I could to fix things, but it's just not working out," she murmured. The autumn wind cut through the air, and Goldencrest Memorial looked even more bleak and deserted under the grey sky. Bellamy leaned against her father's gravestone, her voice quiet and broken. She was at her limit these days. Nearly falling apart. And honestly, there was no one else she could talk to. Only her dad. The photo on the gravestone showed a handsome, dignified man-sharp brows, warm eyes. In her heart, he was always the tallest, strongest man in th