Roses for My Mother's Grave, Divorce Papers for Your Funeral - Chapter 132: Chapter 132
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After leaving the conference, Marlow drove alone to Pinecrest Cemetery.
Three years ago, after the rapist was acquitted, Rachel had jumped to her death in despair. She was only nineteen.
Marlow had paid for all funeral arrangements, while Rachel's family never appeared.
The sky darkened ominously as clouds gathered over the cemetery, creating a heavy, somber atmosphere.
Standing before Rachel's grave, Marlow's eyes reflected subtle grief.
"I brought your favorite chocolate brownies," she placed a box before the headstone, her voice soft. "Happy birthday, Rachel."
The photo on the gravestone showed a pretty young woman with bright, expressive eyes that seemed to respond to Marlow.
Marlow still remembered meeting Rachel for the first time three years ago—a girl like a withered flower, barely clinging to life.
Only her eyes, red from crying, remained filled with determination and resolve.
"The law will help catch the bad guy, right?" she had asked Marlow.
Marlow couldn't refuse those pleading eyes and became her attorney.
She never imagined she would be framed for perjury, sentenced to three years in prison, while Rachel died with justice denied.
"I promise you, what happened won't be forgotten."
Marlow gently traced Rachel's photograph with her fingertip, her voice trembling slightly. "I will reopen the case. I haven't given up, and you shouldn't either."
Her eyes burned with fiery determination—not just a promise to Rachel, but her commitment as a guardian of justice.
Meanwhile, across town at Stellar Management Agency, a tense atmosphere filled the executive office.
Camden stood before his manager's desk as a stack of photographs was thrown in his face.
They were surveillance photos of him secretly investigating the rape case...
Camden's eyes narrowed. "You've been having me followed?"
His manager ignored the question, shouting instead: "Without this agency, you're nothing! If you don't back off, you'll regret it."
Camden's lips curved into a silent smile.
Since Marlow's imprisonment, he had never abandoned the idea of helping clear her name.
Now, after reuniting with her, his determination had only grown stronger.
He hadn't expected his manager would be so vehemently opposed to his investigation.
Camden's eyes flashed with curiosity as he countered, "This is my personal business. I don't believe it falls under your jurisdiction."
"You arrogant, foolish child!" The manager slammed his desk, rising to his feet. "Since you insist on this self-destructive path, consider your upcoming film and TV appearances canceled!"
Camden laughed sardonically, muttered "Whatever," and turned to leave, completely disregarding his manager's impotent rage.
For Marlow, he would sacrifice anything.
What he didn't anticipate was that when he reached the parking garage, a group of men would suddenly emerge and throw him to the ground!
Camden tried to fight back, but two hulking figures pinned him down while a third raised an iron bar and brought it down hard on his left arm!
THUD!
CRACK!
The sickening sound of breaking bone echoed in his ears.
Camden couldn't suppress a cry of pain as cold sweat broke out across his forehead.
"Mr. Barrett, someone asked us to deliver a message: 'Don't fight those more powerful than you. Be smart about your choices.'"
Meanwhile, Marlow received an address from her private investigator—the current residence of Rachel's family.
After being framed three years ago, Marlow had endured massive online harassment, her reputation completely destroyed.
Rachel's family had consistently refused to meet with her because of this.
Left with no choice, Marlow had followed Rachel's only brother, Lucas, hoping to find some clues.
Lucas walked from a convenience store back to his low-income housing. Just before entering the building, his phone rang.
Whatever the caller said made him erupt in anger: "You want me to blackmail that female lawyer? I won't do it!... Wait, calm down! I'll do what you say, just don't expose everything!"
Marlow couldn't hear clearly and instinctively stepped forward, accidentally stepping on a stray cat.
"MEOW!"
The cat's piercing screech made Lucas whirl around.
The moment their eyes met, his expression twisted into something savage.
The threatening voice from the phone call seemed to echo in the air.
"I might as well... kill you!"
Lucas grabbed a loose brick and charged toward Marlow.
Realizing the danger, Marlow turned and ran.
Night had fallen, plunging the world into darkness.
The footsteps behind her grew closer and closer. Marlow's heart threatened to burst from her chest, her throat dry with the taste of copper.
Suddenly, her foot caught on a stone, sending her tumbling forward!
Marlow scrambled backward, cold sweat dripping from her forehead.
"Calm down, we can talk about this."
Lucas appeared deranged, muttering "Don't blame me, they forced me," before raising the brick high above his head and bringing it down toward Marlow!
THUD—
Three years ago, after the rapist was acquitted, Rachel had jumped to her death in despair. She was only nineteen.
Marlow had paid for all funeral arrangements, while Rachel's family never appeared.
The sky darkened ominously as clouds gathered over the cemetery, creating a heavy, somber atmosphere.
Standing before Rachel's grave, Marlow's eyes reflected subtle grief.
"I brought your favorite chocolate brownies," she placed a box before the headstone, her voice soft. "Happy birthday, Rachel."
The photo on the gravestone showed a pretty young woman with bright, expressive eyes that seemed to respond to Marlow.
Marlow still remembered meeting Rachel for the first time three years ago—a girl like a withered flower, barely clinging to life.
Only her eyes, red from crying, remained filled with determination and resolve.
"The law will help catch the bad guy, right?" she had asked Marlow.
Marlow couldn't refuse those pleading eyes and became her attorney.
She never imagined she would be framed for perjury, sentenced to three years in prison, while Rachel died with justice denied.
"I promise you, what happened won't be forgotten."
Marlow gently traced Rachel's photograph with her fingertip, her voice trembling slightly. "I will reopen the case. I haven't given up, and you shouldn't either."
Her eyes burned with fiery determination—not just a promise to Rachel, but her commitment as a guardian of justice.
Meanwhile, across town at Stellar Management Agency, a tense atmosphere filled the executive office.
Camden stood before his manager's desk as a stack of photographs was thrown in his face.
They were surveillance photos of him secretly investigating the rape case...
Camden's eyes narrowed. "You've been having me followed?"
His manager ignored the question, shouting instead: "Without this agency, you're nothing! If you don't back off, you'll regret it."
Camden's lips curved into a silent smile.
Since Marlow's imprisonment, he had never abandoned the idea of helping clear her name.
Now, after reuniting with her, his determination had only grown stronger.
He hadn't expected his manager would be so vehemently opposed to his investigation.
Camden's eyes flashed with curiosity as he countered, "This is my personal business. I don't believe it falls under your jurisdiction."
"You arrogant, foolish child!" The manager slammed his desk, rising to his feet. "Since you insist on this self-destructive path, consider your upcoming film and TV appearances canceled!"
Camden laughed sardonically, muttered "Whatever," and turned to leave, completely disregarding his manager's impotent rage.
For Marlow, he would sacrifice anything.
What he didn't anticipate was that when he reached the parking garage, a group of men would suddenly emerge and throw him to the ground!
Camden tried to fight back, but two hulking figures pinned him down while a third raised an iron bar and brought it down hard on his left arm!
THUD!
CRACK!
The sickening sound of breaking bone echoed in his ears.
Camden couldn't suppress a cry of pain as cold sweat broke out across his forehead.
"Mr. Barrett, someone asked us to deliver a message: 'Don't fight those more powerful than you. Be smart about your choices.'"
Meanwhile, Marlow received an address from her private investigator—the current residence of Rachel's family.
After being framed three years ago, Marlow had endured massive online harassment, her reputation completely destroyed.
Rachel's family had consistently refused to meet with her because of this.
Left with no choice, Marlow had followed Rachel's only brother, Lucas, hoping to find some clues.
Lucas walked from a convenience store back to his low-income housing. Just before entering the building, his phone rang.
Whatever the caller said made him erupt in anger: "You want me to blackmail that female lawyer? I won't do it!... Wait, calm down! I'll do what you say, just don't expose everything!"
Marlow couldn't hear clearly and instinctively stepped forward, accidentally stepping on a stray cat.
"MEOW!"
The cat's piercing screech made Lucas whirl around.
The moment their eyes met, his expression twisted into something savage.
The threatening voice from the phone call seemed to echo in the air.
"I might as well... kill you!"
Lucas grabbed a loose brick and charged toward Marlow.
Realizing the danger, Marlow turned and ran.
Night had fallen, plunging the world into darkness.
The footsteps behind her grew closer and closer. Marlow's heart threatened to burst from her chest, her throat dry with the taste of copper.
Suddenly, her foot caught on a stone, sending her tumbling forward!
Marlow scrambled backward, cold sweat dripping from her forehead.
"Calm down, we can talk about this."
Lucas appeared deranged, muttering "Don't blame me, they forced me," before raising the brick high above his head and bringing it down toward Marlow!
THUD—
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