Forced Into Marriage: My Husband’s Too Mean novel Chapter 220

Old Master Guggenheim was buried at the Guggenheim cemetery in the western suburbs together with Zayn’s grandmother.

The old man had waited for nearly twenty years and finally went to see his beloved after making up for his mistakes.

These few days, Lindsey had shed enough tears to drown the city, but in the last farewell before the burial, Lindsey still cried her eyes out.

Zayn held her with one arm and felt his chest getting moist, but his eyes were glued to the photo on the tombstone as he said his final goodbye.

After Lindsey calmed herself, Zayn wiped her tear marks away carefully.

"My parents are over there." Zayn raised his hand and pointed to the grassy field on the right. "Do you want to take a look?"

Lindsey's impression of Zayn's parents was still stuck in a photo album treasured by the old man. Both of them were stunningly good-looking, but she heard that the two of them were not very affectionate at the beginning of their marriage.

Zayn's parents were also buried together. Compared to his grandparents’ grave which was surrounded by acacia flowers, this side seemed more barren.

The tombstone only had a picture of both of them with no year of birth or death. It did not even have a name.

"This is my mother's decision." Zayn's voice was very soft as he continued, "She wasn’t that happy with my father and their relationship only became slightly better in the last few years. Before she died, she said she hoped that nothing was written on her tombstone, just leave a picture of her and my father."

Zayn pointed to the tombstone on the left, which had a picture of a demure woman sitting on a chair looking slightly to her side. "This is my father's tombstone."

He then pointed to the right tombstone. "This is my mother."

The photo was black and white. It was obvious that it was a group photo, but it had been cropped and placed separately on both tombstones.

Zayn's mother's tombstone had a picture of her husband, while Zayn’s father’s tombstone had one of his wife.

Everyone said they had a bad relationship, but they lived and died together. After their deaths, even their tombstones were linked.

Zayn hugged Lindsey and rested his chin on her head. “I don’t want to be like them. They only realized who they loved most right before they died.”

"Zayn." Lindsey grabbed Zayn's shirt on his chest and solemnly said, "At least they both love you."

She, on the other hand, had not felt the slightest bit of parental love.

"Have you ever thought about finding your real parents?" Zayn suddenly asked.

Lindsey's heart jumped. "Why do you ask that?"

"The orphanage director said you were found by her not long after birth and grew up in the orphanage. Your birth parents might still be alive. Do you want to find them?"

Certain images crashed into her mind without warning and Lindsey subconsciously touched her belly. "I’ve never thought about it. They abandoned me back then, so I guess they didn't want me to find them either."

Some truths were cruel, but the person who experienced it still had to face it somehow.

Her fingertips trembled a bit and the next second, her hand was held by Zayn. "Why is your hand freezing? Are you cold? Let’s go back. You’re still not recovered."

Lindsey nodded and felt some strength after being held by Zayn.

"The will states that the Young Madam will take charge of these shares first and they’ll be given to the child when he becomes an adult." After finishing his speech, Mr. Zaiger handed over the document to Zayn.

Zayn did not even look at it and placed it casually in front of Lindsey. He swept a glance around the room and the shareholders who were a bit aggressive earlier immediately lowered their heads.

"Why? Any objections?"

At that moment, everyone shut their mouths. Zayn had the absolute right to speak in this group.

Seeing that no one spoke, Zayn snorted coldly. These people might not have a problem with the child in Lindsey’s womb. What they were actually dissatisfied with was that all this equity was given to Lindsey as well as Quentin and Soren.

The old man and Zayn accounted for 80% of the company’s equity. Any one of these so-called shareholders only held less than 10% of the shares at most. Now that Quentin and Soren got such a large cut of the pie, it was normal for them to feel mistreated.

Zayn stood up. He was still holding Lindsey's hand and gently squeezed her slender fingers.

"I’d like to take this opportunity to announce something."

Behind him, Quentin stepped forward and displayed a document onto the huge projector behind Zayn.

"I am transferring 23% of the shares in my name to my wife, Lindsey Juhl. This is the transfer consent form." As he said that, Zayn's gaze crossed the faces of everyone in the room. "Now, Lindsey holds 40% equity and is the largest shareholder of Denarius."

After Zayn finished speaking, the audience was in an uproar. Even Lindsey looked at him wide-eyed. She wanted to say something, but she was silenced by Zayn’s look.

By doing so, Zayn was handing over his power in Denarius to Lindsey.