As Jeffery hurriedly helped her up, Karina raised her phone and broke down sobbing.
"Someone poured filth on my mother's tombstone..."
The staff member on the other end stammered, "The person also left a bunch of white chrysanthemums in front of the late madam's grave and said... Ava Jones ordered it!"
Karina beat her chest wildly.
Her assistant wailed to Jeffery. "Mr. Shepard, Miss. Jones has always been proud. Her mother is her only weakness."
Jeffery's eyes burned crimson.
"Don't you realize? The next press conference segment was announcing our wedding! I wanted to marry you, yet you just had to cause trouble!"
My mother's favorite flower was baby's breath, never white chrysanthemums. Though Jeffery accompanied me yearly to pay respects, now he'd forgotten.
I laughed through tea
