Nia Mitchell froze. A gift? Is this a good idea? She didn't think the CEO would need such things. However, Frederick Goldsmith's expression was so serious that it made her wonder if she really should do as the butler said. After some thought, Nia Mitchell took out her phone and called Evelyn Peary.
"Evelyn?"
From the other end of the line, Nia Mitchell heard only Maxwell Peary's choked sobs, and she instantly frowned.
"Sister-in-law..." Evelyn Peary trailed off, wiping her tears. "Why did no one tell me? By the time I got there, it was all over."
Evelyn Peary stood before Yancy Hastings' tombstone, holding an umbrella.
Why? How could Yancy Hastings be dead? Someone so proud, so flamboyant—he was incredibly capable. How could he possibly die? To hell with sacrifice! He, Yancy Hastings, would never give his life to the country!
