The Shen family was already there, a few of them standing in front of the tombstone, the mood heavy with sorrow.
Lauren Shaw wore a black coat, following beside Yancy Shaw, who was also dressed in black.
He held Lauren Shaw’s hand, the two of them walked over together.
Three characters were carved into the tombstone: ‘Morgan Shaw’.
Yancy Shaw crouched down and gently wiped the photo on the gravestone.
Usually elegant and refined, the man seemed fragile in this moment.
He stayed quietly by the tombstone for a long time before finally curling his lips into a faint smile and murmuring, “Grandpa, I’ve brought your granddaughter-in-law to see you.”
Mrs. Chen looked at him with visible heartache.
Lauren Shaw could feel a burning gaze fall on her—a woman’s intuition told her it wasn’t friendly.
She turned her head.
Across a few people, she saw a young girl, around eighteen years old.
Originally, Lauren Shaw paid her no mind, but the girl’s gaze was so loaded with resentment it was hard to ignore.
She thought for a moment and realized she’d seen her before—if she remembered correctly, this was probably Mandy Snow’s daughter.
A fine drizzle began to fall from the sky, and after a while, Mrs. Chen and the others prepared to head over to the rest area.
Lauren Shaw patted Yancy Shaw’s shoulder. “It’s starting to rain, let’s find somewhere to take cover first.”
“Shengsheng, you go ahead with Mom. I’ll stay here with Grandpa a little longer.”
Seeing his somber expression, Lauren Shaw didn’t insist; perhaps it was better to leave him some space.
She turned and followed Mrs. Chen toward the resting room.
Shen Wenting and Yancy Shaw stood before the tombstone—father and son quietly speaking to each other.
Among those who came today was also the eldest Shen brother, Nathan Shaw.
Mrs. Chen introduced everyone in turn.
Lauren Shaw addressed him respectfully, “Big Brother.”
Nathan Shaw returned her greeting with polite curiosity in his eyes, though he quickly hid it. After Lauren Shaw called out to him, he gave her a courteous smile.
Nathan Shaw had gentle features. Though not as tall as Yancy Shaw, he exuded the quiet culture of a scholar—approachable and refined.
She’d already met the eldest Shen brother, but not the second. Mrs. Chen explained the second brother happened to be abroad these days and couldn’t return on time.
With such a large family business to manage, it seemed he worked all year round without rest.
Thinking of this, Mrs. Chen sighed.
“Now it’s just the second who’s still single. Who knows if that silly boy’s orientation is even normal.”
Meanwhile, sitting on a plane, Bryce Shaw suddenly sneezed.
“President Shen, do you need another blanket?” His assistant looked at him with concern.
Bryce Shaw glanced down at the blanket already on his lap and shot him a glare. “Do I look so delicate to you?”
The assistant gave an awkward chuckle. “Forget it, I was just worried you’d get upset if I said more.”
Bryce Shaw rolled his eyes again—if only work weren’t so hectic lately, he’d have swapped assistants long ago.
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Nathan Shaw chuckled. “Mother, you really don’t need to worry. Yubai… well…” He paused as if considering something. “He’s perfectly normal.”
Listening to their conversation, Lauren Shaw wondered whether she was supposed to be hearing all this.
Nathan Shaw caught her concern. “Every year, at this time, Yancheng stands there for an hour.”
Mrs. Chen exhaled deeply, her eyes full of helplessness.
“That incident left a wound in his heart that will never fully fade. Ever since Grandpa passed, he shut himself off, and his whole personality changed.”
“He used to be such a cheerful, sunny boy, but then he was always spacing out by himself. His father and I worried he’d never come back to us—we even hired psychologists, but he rejected them all.”
“Later, he said he wanted to become a doctor, so of course we supported him—whatever makes him happiest in this life.”
So, his cold nature had its reasons.
Nathan Shaw nodded in agreement. “Yancheng feels things deeply. After that, his personality changed—he became calm and indifferent, never chasing after anything, never fighting for more.”
Nathan Shaw really admired Yancheng. If he’d gone into business, he would definitely have been a business prodigy, but he chose not to get caught up in those struggles and decided on medicine instead.
The Shen children—they all had backbone, principled and free-spirited.
“Mother.” Mandy Snow’s arrival broke their conversation.
Nathan Shaw glanced at her coolly without saying a word.
Lauren Shaw sensed the strained atmosphere between them.
Yancheng had mentioned before that the relationship between Big Brother and Sister-in-law wasn’t close—today, it was easy to see why.
The young girl next to Mandy Snow first shot Lauren Shaw a disdainful look, then turned away with a huff.
“Shengsheng, this is Sylvia Shaw, my daughter.” Mandy Snow smiled at her.
Lauren Shaw looked at the proud young heiress standing at her side, raising her chin as if looking down her nose at everyone.
Mrs. Chen frowned. “Sylvia Shaw, is your neck hurting?”
Mandy Snow turned to her daughter and, seeing her attitude, couldn’t help but scold softly, “This is your second aunt. Mind your manners—such a big girl already, don’t you have any sense?”
Though clearly reluctant, Shen Sylvia Shaw still muttered, “Second Aunt.”
Lauren Shaw smiled. “Mm, my little niece is so well-behaved.”
Shen Sylvia Shaw’s big, round eyes flashed with defiance.
Mandy Snow tried to smooth things over. “This is your first time meeting, right? Sylvia Shaw’s always at school and hardly ever comes home.”
“No, we’ve met before.” Lauren Shaw remembered the last time at the mall—Sylvia Shaw was the little girl who’d stood beside Eva Snow.
Shen Sylvia Shaw sneered, “Second Aunt, we didn’t just meet once. I saw you before—remember?”
“You did?” Lauren Shaw searched her memory but could only recall a single meeting.
“You really do forget people easily,” Shen Sylvia Shaw said with a mocking tone. “Last time, my friends and I saw you at a restaurant. You were eating with a man. That’s why we didn’t go up to say hello.”
Her loaded tone was clearly meant to stir up trouble.
“Sylvia Shaw, don’t talk nonsense. If your second uncle heard that, he’d surely scold you.” Mandy Snow chided softly, but her voice lacked any real rebuke—if anything, it sounded like she was adding fuel to the fire.
Shen Sylvia Shaw raised her voice, “I’m not talking nonsense. It’s true—I saw it with my own eyes.”
Mandy Snow gave Lauren Shaw a meaningful look.
Dining with a man at a restaurant? Oh, that must’ve been the time she ate with Yancheng’s younger uncle—and this little girl just happened to see it; now she’s bringing it up to embarrass her.
“Are you sure you didn’t mistake him for your second uncle?” Mandy Snow played along with her daughter, but Lauren Shaw could see right through their intentions.
“Impossible. I even took photos.” With that, Shen Sylvia Shaw pulled out her phone and showed them the pictures she’d taken that day.
Mandy Snow stared at the photos for a while, then said, “That’s definitely not Yancheng.”