But she knew the urn was indeed in his hands. Joint burials were usually reserved for married couples. What exactly was the relationship between her mother and Marcus Hughes?
Seeing Shalma's hesitation, Marcus spoke again. "I know this request puts you in a difficult position, but I ask for nothing else. Just this one thing. I hope you can agree to it."
Shalma wrung her hands together. "Can you let me think about it?"
"Alright. Did Mr. Winslow come with you?"
Shalma nodded. "Yes."
"Please ask him to come in. I want to have a few words with him alone."
Although Shalma had her doubts, she agreed and walked out of the hospital room.
Shortly after, Julian Winslow stepped into Marcus's ward, dressed impeccably in a black suit. The moment he entered, an inexplicable chill settled over the room. He strode forward with easy elegance, a look of mild indifference resting on his handsome, dignified features. However, upon seeing Marcus lying so motionless, his gaze narrowed.
