Chapter 834


    The woman appeared to be in her twenties. She was dressed in a military uniform and had a bob


    haircut. She radiated bravery and heroism.


    “James,” she walked up to him and addressed him sweetly.


    James was sitting on the sofa. He took a look at her, then at Henry, andughed. “Not bad. Your efforts


    have paid off. So, when are you getting married?”


    Henry’s face flushed. “We’re not…”


    At that moment, he was pinched. He quickly corrected himself, “Soon. It’ll happen soon.”


    “James, how’s it going with you and Thea?” Whitney asked as she sat down with a bright smile on her


    face.


    James shook his head slightly. He was not interested in talking about his own matters.


    Henry sat down and gave Whitney a gentle shove. She understood and did not ask any further


    questions.


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    “Come, drink with me.” James raised his wine ss.


    Henry followed suit and clinked his ss against James’.


    “Mr. Caden, today is the anniversary of General Kimberly’s death. Let’s go pay our respects,” Henry


    said abruptly.


    Upon hearing that, James nodded and said, “Sure, let’s go.”


    The three of them left.


    Henry was driving a typical multi-purpose vehicle. They left Southern ins City and headed for a


    cemetery.


    It was the Southern ins Cemetery.


    Soldiers from the ck Dragon Army who were killed in action were buried here. They were all people


    who had made significant contributions to the country.


    In the cemetery, there was a grave. Several words were engraved across the headstone: “In memory of


    Travis Kimberly.”


    Travis Kimberly was a one-star Southern ins general. A year ago, he led a squad on a mission, but


    they were ambushed by enemy troops. When the brigade arrived, there were only cold bodies on the


    ground.


    Someone was paying their respects at the grave. It was a woman about twenty years old who wore a


    white down jacket.


    It was the beginning of fall and the weather was colder in the Southern ins. On that day, it was


    drizzling.


    The woman stood in front of the grave, staring nkly at the headstone.


    James, Henry, and Whitney had just arrived when they noticed the person standing in front of it.


    “What? Is someone paying their respects?” James asked, his brow furrowed. “But I didn’t hear Travis


    say anything about having a family.”


    Henry thought it over and said, “I believe he mentioned having a daughter once while we were drinking.


    However, he was always guarding the borders and rarely at home. So his wife remarried and took their


    daughter with her.”


    James gave a nod and walked over.


    As he got closer, he was taken aback by the person standing in front of the grave. “It’s you?”


    Delh looked over when she heard his voice. She, too, was taken aback when she saw James and


    the others. Soon after, her face brightened and she eximed, “James? ck Dragon, why are you


    here?”


    James pointed to the grave and said, “It’s the anniversary of Travis’ death. We’vee to pay our


    respects.”


    He had a realization while talking and looked at Delh, surprised. He could not stop himself from


    asking, “You… You’re Travis’ daughter, right?”


    “Yeah.” She gave a slight nod.


    James had not anticipated such a coincidence.


    Travis’ daughter turned out to be a celebrity.


    Delh looked at the grave with a hint of sorrow. “I never met my father when I was younger. I’ve only


    heard some stories about him from my mother. She imed he was ignorant and ipetent, and that


    he loved to gamble. She told me that debt collectors were always knocking on their door. She was tired


    of it, so they got divorced. I was only two years old when it happened.”


    James did not know much about Travis either.


    She continued, “It wasn’t until a year ago that I learned my father was a general, but he had already


    died in battle.”


    James simply nodded.


    The generals of the Southern ins kept their identities hidden. They could not tell their family, and


    they could not tell others about their family. The reason for this was that while. guarding the borders, it


    was easy to make enemies. If the existence of their families were discovered, it would be a disaster.


    “He wasn’t a gambler. He was a hero,” James said softly, looking at the headstone.