###Chapter 331 Returning Back To Madrid – Part 6

The boss was surprised for a moment and nodded. "Of course."

Maisie has mentioned before that she doesn't like white chrysanthemums. White flowers are looking flustered, and it does not give a happy and vibrant vibe as a sunflower does.

Blossom picked a handful of sunflowers., Mr. Astley did not pay attention to flowers, but he is deep and stable, so I chose a handful of yellow chrysanthemums.

Grandma's favorite is the lavender in the courtyard of Primrose. She said that although the flower is tenacious and not dazzling, if a few seeds fall to the ground, and if there are heavy rainfalls, it grows with the wind.

The graveyard was expanded, the steps were long, and it was foggy in early autumn. I walked on the steps for a long time. After a lapse of four years, if I hadn't still marked the area code, and I was afraid I would have forgotten my location.

It seems that many people came to honor their loved ones. After paying homage to two elders with the Blossom flowers, they went to Maisie's tombstone.

I saw the man standing in front of the tomb, with a jade figure and a cold complexion. For the first time in four years, he had lost the warmth I had seen in him. And as time goes by, he seemed to be getting colder. Some would say that as people grow old, they also became warmer over time. Those are the people with gentle pasts. If some people remained silent and cold over the years, it is because of the painful memories they keep in their minds and hearts.

For Brad Silverman, I don't know which kind he belongs to. After four years, I still don't know what kind of relationship he had with Maisie.

I was surprised for a long time when my eyes fell in front of the tombstone. There was a balloon flower covering the ground.

The balloon flower is an Asian plant that has two meanings. The first meaning is eternal love, and the other is hopeless love. "Mom?" Perhaps standing for too long, Blossom suddenly opened her mouth and looked at the picture on the tombstone. "Is that Mama Maisie? Is she dead?"

The man standing in front of the tombstone was startled by the child's voice and he suddenly looked at us. He was in a daze for a moment and then he turned his gaze on me. Maybe he realized that it was not me who was talking just now, so I set my sights back on Blossom again.

Big and small, they are looking at each other for a moment. This is maybe because of what people are calling father and daughter connection. They may be felt that they are inexplicably linked. He pursed his lips and frowned.

For a long time, he looked at me and said, "The child is..."

"Blossom, please give the flowers to Maisie's mother." I opened my mouth and getting prepared to answer his question.

Maisie is unwilling to give the child to Brad Silverman. Of course, neither will I. This was the last selfish wish of Maisie.

Blossom nodded. The child was still too young to understand the parting of life and death among ordinary people. She put the sunflower in front of the tombstone and she's also looking intently at the fading photo in front of her.

She is almost as tall as the tombstone and can be photographed without bending down. The mother and daughter meeting and looking at each other. If time would permit and they both reincarnated as mother and daughter again, then they can finally hug each other and cry with each other's arms.

"Mama Maisie, my mother says that you are a very important person to her, and my mother is a very important person to me, and you will be also a very important person to me in the future."

Children's words and logic are strange, but their voices are soft and waxy, which is particularly distressing.

Brad Silverman is not stupid. He knew that I had a miscarriage at that time. Blossom is not my child, and he should know it in his heart.

He looked at Blossom with his stares so quiet and deep.

I never seemed to tell him that Maisie was gone, and now that he is here, I am afraid someone has told her.

He looked at me. "May I know what her name is?"

Apparently, he's asking the child's name. "Her name is Sunshine. Sunshine Weld.." I said as I opened my mouth. Then my eyes fell on the tombstone and saw Blossom wiping the dust off the photos with her small hands.

Look, it's a little uncomfortable.

Brad nodded and his throat is trembling. He nodded. "It's a beautiful name." He said.

The morning fog is still the same, and I close my lips, looking at the yellowing picture on the tombstone. I can still feel the pain and sadness. For four years, I'm still dreaming at night. And Maisie is always there, waving to me, and in her other hand, she's holding another child.

And in the dream, she said, "Ivelle, I will always take care of him for you. I will always love him for you."

And then I will wake up and I'm crying my heart out, and the image of Maisie and that child in my head will get shallower over time. There are times that I was thinking that if Jordan is so excellent in so many things, then, what our child may be like? There are also times that it seems like so much pain is consuming me. It tirelessly breaks my heart over and over again. Luckily, I have Blossom by my side. She is the only one who's stopping me from breaking apart every time the memory of the past and events in Primrose visited me. I am healing every day little by little. The fog is already disappearing in that early morning, and a woman's voice suddenly sounded behind her, "Very meaningful name. Let's go home!"

The woman's voice was kind of familiar. I looked back and unaware for a few seconds. And then I saw clearly that it was Eva Blakeley.

I haven't seen her for many years. She has become a charmer. She doesn't have a trace of childishness on her body and character, and she leaves a little bit of stability and patience.

She seemed surprised to see me too. Then her eyes fell on the Blossom in front of the tombstone, and her mind wandered for a moment.

For a long time, she withdrew her eyes and walked towards me, her voice slightly alienated. "Hello, Miss Ivelle"

I curled my lips and looked cold. "Hello." The cloud in my heart is still the same, but I made it not obvious.

My eyes fell on her slightly bulging belly and I was stupefied for a moment, and then guessed that most of it were Brad Silverman.

"Oh!" I laughed out loud and looked at Brad Silverman. There was anger in my eyes. "Mr. Silverman, you shouldn't have brought her here."

What is this?

Eva Blakeley said, "Miss Ivelle, please don't get me wrong. I wanted to follow you. It's not weird."

I laughed and said no more as my eyes fell on her belly. "You come to see her so brazenly that you are not afraid that she will rise from a deep sleep in the middle of the night and collect debts from you?"

One of the reasons for Maisie's death that day is because of Eva Blakeley. And now that she had the nerve to come near Maisie's grave. Looking well at her, it is obvious that she has been living a comfortable life for the past years. Then suddenly she looked frightened and she looked at Brad Silverman. She may not afraid of Maisie but Brad. The truth is, I don't know what really happened to Maisie, or what the cause of her death is. "Miss Ivelle, I know you and Ms. Rogers are good friends, but there is nothing else you can do, you can't get the dead back to life." She spoke so brightly and magnificently.

If I don't know her past, maybe I would think this is an elegant remark coming from her, and that she's an optimistic person.

"A dead person cannot come back to life, I couldn't agree more. But, how did this person died in the first place? How did she die? Who are the people behind her death? How about you, Mr. Silverman, have you ever thought about how was Maisie died?" "Miss Ivelle!" Maybe I didn't expect that I would ask the question directly. Eva Blakeley opened her mouth with a quick voice. "Didn't Maisie died because she knew you were stimulated by your accident? Anyway, It's in the past. Why are you bringing it up again?"

What is she trying to say?

My eyes suddenly fell on her slightly bulging belly. I felt compassion. After all, the baby inside her is still innocent.

"What on earth is going on?" Seeing that I didn't open my mouth, Brad Silverman asked.