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    “Ms. Curtis, we’ve dyed this too long already. Ms. Sandoval repeatedly emphasized this case before leaving. We really need you to review the information soon,” the officer said, his voiceden with urgency.


    Eileen frowned and said, “I see.”


    With that, she hung up the phone and settled back onto the sofa. “Grandma, you mentioned only one person from the immediate family can enter the ancestral tomb this time, right?” Eileen asked.


    In the Vazquez family, a superstition held that direct family members who tended to the tomb might have their lifespans shortened. This was why it was typically the duty of the immediate family.


    Eileen and the others had chosen to go to Onnd before the event because of this superstition.


    “Yes, you’ll need to bring a shovel and flower seeds to perform the rituals. Scatter the seeds around the tomb, so by next year, Dottie’s resting ce will be adorned with flowers,” Le said in a gentle tone, imagining the flowers at her daughter’s tomb.


    “Does anyone outside our family know about this tradition?” Eileen asked.


    “How would they know?” Le responded without hesitation. “Though Keith might know this, since your mother undertook simr rites for your grandfather while they were together.”


    “I see,” Eileen replied. “Then I’ll purchase the flower seeds and visit the tomb alone.”


    Eileen stood up and called Bryan, saying, “I need you to apany me to go shopping, but I’ll need to make a trip up the mountainter.”


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    “Okay,” Bryan agreed promptly.


    Shortly after, Bryan returned, and they drove to thergest flower shop in town, where they encountered reporters.


    Eileen told the reporters her ns to perform the ancestral rites at ten o’clock the next morning.


    In the evening, as Eileen reflected under a star-filled sky, she muttered, “It’s time to put an end to this.”


    On the boundless in, the silhouettes of pine trees appeared faintly against the horizon. The morning sun wasn’t dazzling, but Eileen still wore sunsses.


    She nced around with aposed air. The ce was deserted. She carried the shovel on her shoulder, her slender frame dressed in a pair of worn suspenders, and her long ck hair was tied into a neat bun.


    Her limbs were so delicate that she didn’t look capable of the work ahead.


    Many from the Vazquez family’s extended family had tried to dissuade her from doing this herself. It was bad luck for her. Besides, the main issue was that the work required strength, but Eileen appeared so frail.


    However, their words couldn’t sway Eileen. She had made up her mind.


    Dottie’s tomb hadn’t been relocated for long, and Eileen found it easily. She approached and ced the tributes with care.


    “Morn, I’m here to visit you. Don’t worry; I’ll take good care of Grandma. I’m not familiar with Alverton. Most of my friends and rtives are in Onnd, so I can’t stay here. But rest assured, I’ll manage the Vazquez family and the VQ Group well.” Her voice was soft, as though speaking to a person standing in front of her, not a cold tomb.


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