Entangled with My Cousin's Fiancé
Chapter 315: Mom, She’s No Longer With Us

Chapter 315: Chapter 315: Mom, She’s No Longer With Us

After returning to the apartment, Yolanda arranged for Jaxon to stay in her room. "Dad, you’ll stay in here for a few days."

"What is this place? This isn’t my home." Who would have thought that the hard-to-trick Jaxon would start causing trouble again, "This isn’t my home, I want to leave, I want to leave."

Yolanda handed the baby to the postpartum doula and, together with Lola, held Jaxon. "Dad, this is Melissa’s home. Can you stay here for now? In a few days, Melissa will take you back home."

"Melissa’s home?" Clearly, Jaxon remembered bits and pieces, but most of it was forgotten—like how Melissa was supposed to live with him.

He quickly accepted that this was Melissa’s home and stopped insisting on leaving. Yet he kept asking Yolanda repeatedly, "Where’s my dear wife?"

"Dad, just have a good rest tonight. Tomorrow, I’ll take you to see Mom." Yolanda fought to hold back her emotions.

Jaxon was indeed tired from all the fuss and went to bed early.

That night, Yolanda shared a room with Lola, while the postpartum doula and Ella stayed in another room, and Jaxon had a room to himself.

"I want to take my dad and Ella to see my mom tomorrow." Yolanda’s voice was calm and cool, though tinged with unhidden sorrow.

"To the cemetery?" Lola instinctively asked.

"Yes." Yolanda responded with a single word. "She’s a grandmother now; she should see the baby."

"I’ll go with you," Lola offered.

"No need." Yolanda squeezed Lola’s hand. "The postpartum doula will be there, that’s enough. You take a good rest."

Lola didn’t insist further. "Alright."

"By the way," Yolanda suddenly recalled, "How are things between you and Christopher lately?"

She’d overheard Lola talking on the phone in the kitchen earlier—it sounded like she was calling Christopher.

"Pretty good." Lola answered vaguely. Yolanda pressed her, but Lola didn’t say more.

Yolanda had actually wanted to ask about the baby—whether Lola had changed her mind—but every time the words came to her lips, she held back.

This was, after all, a private matter. Even best friends shouldn’t interfere.

She could only hope that whatever choice Lola made in the end, she wouldn’t regret it.

The next day, after breakfast, Yolanda drove the car herself. The postpartum doula carried Ella, Jaxon sat in the passenger seat, and the group set off for the cemetery.

As soon as they got out of the car, Jaxon sensed something was off. "Where is this place?"

"Dad, this is... a park." Yolanda lied. "Let’s go, Mom is inside."

"Really?" Jaxon was half-convinced, half-skeptical. As they walked, pulled along by Yolanda, he kept cautiously glancing around. "Dear wife, where are you?"

"Almost there." Finally, Yolanda led him to Gemma Morgan’s tombstone.

She glanced at her father and choked up as she spoke. "Dad, Mom is here. Whatever you want to say, you can tell her."

"Where is she?" Jaxon looked all around, visibly rejecting the tombstone in front of him.

Yolanda held onto his arm and pointed at the photo on the tombstone. "Dad, look, that’s Mom’s photo. Mom... she’s gone now."

"Impossible!" Jaxon reacted violently, shoving Yolanda away and turning to run.

"Dad!" Yolanda quickly chased after him, urging the postpartum doula to stay put as she ran. "Dad, don’t run, wait for me!"

Sensing things had gone awry, the doula called Noah Coldson, "Mr. Coldson, something’s wrong. Miss Yolanda Greenwood’s dad ran away—you’d better come over quickly."

"What?" Noah sounded baffled. "Where are you?"

"At the cemetery."

Noah hung up and rushed to the location.

Yolanda had to use every ounce of strength to finally catch Jaxon. Exhausted and out of breath, she felt a sharp pain at the wound on her lower abdomen.

She clung tightly to Jaxon’s arm. "Dad, let’s go back. Weren’t you saying you wanted to see Mom?"

"That’s not your mom! I want to go home." The old man visibly looked full of frustration.

Yolanda continued to persuade him, but no matter how she framed it, Jaxon refused to accept that Gemma Morgan was gone. He simply wouldn’t go back to the cemetery.

"Yolanda!" At that moment, Noah arrived, his eyes wide as he stared at Jaxon. "Uncle Greenwood? You’re awake?"

Yolanda hadn’t expected him to return and, after explaining the situation, shared about her father’s Alzheimer’s diagnosis and her decision to bring him back.

"That Melissa Greenwood is just shameless." Noah shook his head helplessly and said to Yolanda, "Let it go. Uncle Greenwood doesn’t want to go in—don’t force him."

He gave Jaxon a sympathetic glance. "Anyone in the circle knows how deeply Uncle Greenwood loved Aunt Morgan—maybe forgetting her passing helps him feel a little better."

Yolanda thought it over and realized he might have a point. "Alright, you take my dad back to the car. I’ll be quick."

Back at the cemetery, Yolanda solemnly warned the postpartum doula, "No matter what happens in the future, you’re not allowed to call Noah Coldson without my permission. Can you do that?"

"But Mr. Coldson said if Miss Greenwood runs into trouble, I should inform him right away," the postpartum doula timidly protested.

"I’m the one paying your salary now. If you disagree, I can fire you and hire someone else." Yolanda’s tone was firm.

The postpartum doula hesitated for a moment but quickly nodded in agreement. "Since Miss Greenwood is set on this, I won’t call Mr. Coldson without good reason anymore."

"That’s better." Yolanda extended her hand. "Give Ella to me, then you wait for me at the cemetery entrance."

"Alright." The doula turned and left.

Holding Little Ella, Yolanda walked up to the tombstone and spoke softly, "Mom, I’ve come to see you."

As soon as she started talking, her voice became choked with emotion. Meanwhile, the little one in her arms babbled curiously, her sparkling eyes fixed on Yolanda.

"Shhh, Ella, this is Grandma." Yolanda adjusted her posture so Little Ella could see the photo on the tombstone. "Grandma’s name is Gemma Morgan. She was the best mom in the world."

To Yolanda’s surprise, the little girl wasn’t scared at all. She babbled excitedly and reached her tiny hands out toward the photo.

"Does Ella want to touch Grandma? Okay." Yolanda stepped closer, and sure enough, Little Ella reached out her small hand to touch Gemma Morgan’s photo, babbling again.

Yolanda sniffled, her nose tingling, as she smiled. "Ella really likes Grandma. If Grandma were still here, she’d surely love Ella very much too."

Turning back to the tombstone, Yolanda continued, "Mom, Dad is awake. I’ve brought him back from Melissa Greenwood’s place. Don’t worry—I’ll take good care of him even though he doesn’t remember much and doesn’t recognize people anymore."

Yolanda bowed three times to the tombstone while holding the child. "Mom, we’re doing well. Next time I’ll bring Ansel to visit you."

"Please take care of yourself down there." Straightening up, Yolanda added, "Mom, we may soon leave and won’t be able to visit you often, but don’t worry—I’ll tell the children about you often. We’ll keep you in our hearts always."

She was certain that if Gemma had been alive, her children would have had the best grandmother possible.