Chapter 670 If Only Mrs. Richie Could Come Back

Putting the spade against a pine tree aside, Terence turned around and picked up the flowers and bags on the ground. When he was about to put the violets down in front of the tombstone, Consuela stopped him.

"Terence... Can you hold the baby for me? "

Looking at the flowers in his hand that he was about to put down, Terence immediately understood what was going on. He took the child from Consuela's hand and handed the bouquet to her.

Holding the flowers in her arms, Consuela bent down to nearly ninety degrees and slowly put down the violets.

Seeing that Consuela was about to confess in front of Tristan's tombstone, Terence felt a little sad. He wanted to help her up, but he finally withdrew his hand.

The first time he saw Tristan, he knew that he loved Consuela deeply.

But he could also see that Tristan fell in one-sided love with Consuela as him.

That was why he dared to say those words to Consuela that he wouldn't give up, because he knew that she went abroad for love injury, and the man accompanying her was also a good friend of hers in her heart.

Now that Tristan was dead, he had unintentionally engraved himself in Consuela's heart.

And he, even wanted to comfort her when he saw her so humble, could only say something pale because he didn't know the story between them and didn't know how to speak.

He felt sorry for both Consuela and himself.

She put the violets in front of the tombstone, straightened the flower branches, and then stood up.

Taking the bag from Terence, Consuela walked to the side of the cemetery and knelt down.

Stroking the kraft paper bag, Consuela put it into the pit like a believer holding a sacred object.

After putting it in, Consuela touched the paper bag again and stood up.

Glancing at the spade beside, Terence was startled. He took a few steps forward and grabbed Consuela's wrist.

"Consuela, sealing the soil is an individual work. If you can't do it, let me do it."

Looking at her hand held by Terence, Consuela raised her head again to look into his eyes.

"I want to seal the earth for him in person. I can do it slowly. As you said before, we have enough time."

Terence looked into Consuela's eyes. There

Drugged one night by her ex-boyfriend, a mysterious man took advantage of her in an ecstatic night filled with sex.

To take her revenge, she married the man, and used him.

"As long as I'm alive, I'm still his legal wife, while all of you are just his mistresses."

She remained adamant even when he was involved in scandals with other women.

Eventually she stormed off after she learned that he had betrayed her again.But life brought her back to him a few years later, to his astonishment.

y been turned several times in her heart.

"Mr. Richie, haven't you got any news about Mrs. Richie?"

Richie looked away from Lance's face and looked at Miranda up and down, with a meaningful look in his eyes.

"Not yet. I'm looking for her."

Richie didn't understand why Miranda suddenly brought up this matter and asked him. Logically speaking, she was just a servant, and it was enough for her to do her job well. She shouldn't interfere with the masters' private affairs.

But on second thought, Miranda had been in the Ye Clan for many years. Most of the time, the members of the Ye Clan, including him, treated Miranda as a member of his clan. Therefore, it was reasonable for Miranda to care about Consuela so much.

Thinking of this, Richie looked at Miranda with less suspicion and indifference, and more tenderness.

But Miranda was coaxing Lance with her head down, missing the rare tenderness in his eyes.

"Mr. Richie is a powerful man. He will find Mrs. Richie soon. Lance had been crying like this for the past few days. He didn't stop crying for a while until he was tired and fell asleep.

Last time Miss Cassie came and said that the reason why Lance behaved like this was because he missed Mrs. Richie. If only Mrs. Richie had come back, Lance would not have cried like this and he would not hurt."

After Miranda finished her words, Richie kept silent for a long time, but his eyebrows were tightly wrinkled as before, just like Miranda.