Evelyn arrived at the graveyard, wearing a black suit and a white shirt underneath it. There was a bunch of fresh purple rosemary on the gravestone.

The picture on the tombstone was that of a young woman with a sweet smile.

Evelyn looked at the rosemary in her hand and placed it right next to the bunch on top of the gravestone.

"You are here," a cold voice said from behind.

Evelyn didn't turn around. She looked at the picture and answered,

“Yes.”

“If she were still alive, a few days from today would have been her

30th birthday." The man's voice was now colder and hoarse.

"You hurt her so much when she was alive. You have no right to be here!" he added.

Evelyn turned around and looked at the disheveled man sitting under the tree next to the gravestone, like a beggar.

“You're breaking her heart by Living such a pitiful life."

The man touched his unkempt beard and laughed hysterically.

"She didn't love me at all! She wouldn't care. She never cared how I lived my life."

“Then, why are you here?"

The man grabbed a blade of grass from the ground and put it in his mouth. As he chewed on it, he looked at Evelyn viciously.

“I had been with her since she was born, until she was twenty-seven years old.

Every day, I have to see her. If I didn't, I would feel like I was dying."

Evelyn indifferently shifted her eyes away from him and waved to

Tayson.

Tayson walked over to the man and put a suitcase in front of him.

"Mr.

Aiden, there is one million dollars in this; enough to last for a whole year."

The man roughly kicked the suitcase and said, “Bah! You give me so much money every year. You just want to sleep tight at night, don't you,

Evelyn? But that won't work. She will haunt you for the rest of your life and drag you into hell! Hahaha..."

Evelyn's eyes fell on the gravestone.