Chapter 36 Don't Move

Night had fully fallen when Madeline carried the pastries she had prepared in advance, along with a bouquet of roses. She followed closely behind Cyrus as they slowly walked out of the Rosewood Hotel. The car drove for over half an hour before finally stopping at the cemetery on the outskirts of the city. "We're here, Mr. Whitman." Although Cyrus was still sharp and energetic, his age showed. The stone paths in the cemetery were uneven, and visibility was poor at night. As soon as they got out of the car, Madeline instinctively slipped her arm through his to steady him. Not far away, inside a black Maybach, Samuel sat with an unlit cigarette between his fingers, his gaze dark and fixed on the pair. He recognized Madeline instantly and wondered why she was here. He crushed the cigarette without lighting it, his eyes lingering on their retreating figures, his expression unreadable. Just then, as Madeline helped Cyrus up the steps, she suddenly turned her head, a sharp instinct flar