Chapter 170
Not many people attended the whole ceremony.
The Jamesons didn’t come, not even sending a eulogy. The family merely issued a brief statement saying, “Mourning for the deceased.“}
Justin stood under a black umbrella, clad in a black suit. His collar was damp, yet he remained still.”
His eyes were hollow as if his soul was being slowly drawn away.
He didn’t speak a word from beginning to end, silently following as Francesca’s urn was slowly placed into the burial plot, disappearing from everyone’s sight as quietly as she had once lived.
When he got home, he shut the door behind him, yanked open his shirt’s buttons and punched the mirror.§
The glass shattered. Blood seeped from his knuckles, but he didn’t seem to feel a thing.
He collapsed to the floor, holding his head in his hands like a wounded beast that had finally lost the will to fight.”
His voice broke as he cried, the sound echoing in the dead silence of the room.“}]
“I’m sorry. I was wrong,” he whispered hoarsely.
He knelt in her room. His always–composed face was now twisted in regret and guilt.
“Francesca, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have believed them. I shouldn’t have ignored you. Please don’t leave me. You can come back and curse me. Hit me if you want. Just don’t leave me behind.“}
“j only realized the kindest, most genuine person was you.”}
Alas, no one would answer him anymore.}
After the funeral, Elizabeth stormed in and slammed a thick stack of documents down on the coffee table.
Bang!
“You absolutely cannot marry Lilian Jameson!” she said, eyes red and fingers shaking as she pointed at the papers. “Open your eyes and look at what kind of person you’re in love with!”
Justin said nothing. He reached out and slowly flipped the file open.
Photo after photo spread across the table.
Lilian had colorful hair, wore ragged clothes, squatted on the street corner smoking, kissed and entangled with different men. One picture showed her throwing a drink in another girl’s face and stepping on someone else’s backpack.
“These photos were released by the kids she bullied back then. Before she was 18, she was not a human being outside. She was a gangster. She couldn’t even remember how many men she had slept with. She was always hanging out in bars.”
Elizabeth was so angry that veins popped out on her hand. “The Jamesons hired people to delete posts and suppress news, but our Sutherland Family is not blind!“}
Justin’s fingertips froze and his eyes gradually darkened.
Lilian’s true face was revealed again and again.
“Grandma,” he said quietly! “I understand. I’ll take care of it.”
His heart felt like it had been ripped open.
He recalled his indulgence towards Lilian over the past few years. All the tolerance and protection now seemed like mockery.
Only now did he realize that he had been a complete fool.
And the person he wronged the most was Francesca, who was already buried in the ground.
Justin said nothing more, only silently tidying up his belongings and gently picking up her urn.
As he walked heavily out of the room, he didn’t notice that the old lady had already picked up her phone and dialed an overseas number.” The call was quickly answered by a female voice.
“Hello?”
The old lady’s tone was unusually gentle. “Chessie, have you arrived overseas?”
“Did you see Jackson?“}
There was a pause on the other end. “I did.”
In a city far away overseas.”
I stood by the bed, holding a marriage certificate with a slightly complicated expression.
In just three days.!
I landed, got divorced and remarried.”
I became the young mistress of the Sutherlands, Jackson’s wife, Francesca.}
Fleming was my grandmother’s surname. I chose to take it when I changed my name.}
“Hello there.” I looked down at the man on the bed, my voice soft and uneasy.
‘Jackson Sutherland.”
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