?<strong>Chapter 411:</strong>


    On the way back, Dunn rested his head on Gracie’sp. M assumed he had drifted off to sleep, but in reality, Dunn kept his eyes tightly shut, battling the urge to cry once more.


    “Fred. Gracie. Are we truly never going to have anything to do with the Miller family again? I heard whispers that Rnd wasn’t even the biological child of Adrian and Joelle. Is it really essential? Is it really impossible for us to be friends anymore?”


    Fred, too drained to scold her, drove in silence.


    Gracie replied, “Adrian and Joelle cherished that child as their own. If we really feel guilty, we shouldn’t deepen their heartache.”


    M looked out the window. “What will be of the business between our families? How did ite to this?”


    Gracie and Fred arrived home with their son and instructed the servants to begin packing for the move. Dunn rubbed his eyes. “Mom, will I never see Aurora again?”


    Gracie pressed a tender kiss to his forehead. It was the adults’ fault, yet Dunn felt the heavy burden of guilt settle upon him like a storm cloud.


    “Aurora’s father asked me to extend his heartfelt gratitude for rescuing her.”


    Dunn clung to her neck, tears streaming down his face. “Does he me me for not saving Rnd?”


    “Of course not. We all understand you did your best. You’re just a child.”


    “Alright.” Dunn refrained from asking any further questions.


    That same evening, the Finch family relocated.


    As dusk settled in, Joelle awakened again, a faint sense of improvement washing over her as she stared vacantly at the ceiling.


    Shawn and Adrian were preupied with organizing Rnd’s funeral, while Leah tended to Aurora’s needs. Only Katherine remained behind in the hospital room with Joelle.


    “Joelle, if you’re feeling troubled, don’t hesitate to share with me. It’s better to let it out than keep it all bottled up.”


    “Was that truly Rnd’s body?” Joelle asked in a monotone voice.


    Katherine nodded. “Yes.”


    “I refuse to believe it.”


    “Joelle, you need toe to terms with it.”


    “I just can’t wrap my head around it. Rnd can’t possibly be gone!”


    Joelle ripped the IV out again, prompting Katherine to attempt to restrain her. However, with surprising strength, Joelle shoved her to the floor. “Doctor! Doctor! Rnd, my son!”


    With her hair tousled, face ashen, and blood dripping from her hand, Joelle burst out of the hospital room in a whirlwind of chaos.


    She ran frantically but came to a sudden stop at the entrance of the morgue.


    Wade was engaged in a heated conversation with a doctor, clutching a document in his hand. Upon spotting her, he stormed over, his expression seething with anger. “It’s all your fault! Joelle Watson! If you had brought me—”


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