In this season, although the sun hasn’t risen by four, the sky was already bright.
It had been eight days since Clarissa Stanton passed away, and Henry Stanton stood in the backyard burning paper money for her, murmuring as he did—
"Clarissa, Dad is here to burn paper offerings for you. After today, you can leave peacefully. When you reach the heavens, rember to bless our family and keep everything well, bless your father with great wealth, and bless your sister and brother-in-law with a harmonious life. As for your mother... I’ll have soone bring her back soon to let her see you one last ti."
At this mont, the butler ca over.
"Sir, breakfast is ready. The crematorium car will arrive in half an hour, you should have sothing to eat first."
"Alright." Henry nodded and then asked, "Is the madam arriving soon?"
"She should be here any mont."
Just as the butler finished speaking, a servant ran over to report, "Sir, the madam has returned."
Before Henry could finish speaking, the sound of Stella Monroe’s crying ca from not far away, "Clarissa, my daughter!!"
Henry turned his head and saw Stella Monroe in a hospital gown.
Although Stella was wearing a hospital gown, her complexion was better than before she was admitted to the psychiatric hospital. She wore no makeup, yet her whole being seed to glow from within.
The two Monroe sisters had the sa mother, but Luna Monroe was much more beautiful than Stella.
Nevertheless, Stella’s looks were far from low.
Henry hadn’t seen Stella in a long ti, and just one glance made his heart stir slightly.
He coughed lightly, approached her, and supported Stella’s waist, saying, "Don’t cry anymore, the child will be upset seeing this from the heavens, and it’s not worth it to harm your health."
Stella nodded, her eyes glistening with tears. She tilted her head and leaned on Henry’s shoulder.
While crying, she said, "Henry, Clarissa is gone, I only have you left, you are all I have..."
This fragile state softened Henry’s heart instantly.
He wrapped one arm around Stella’s waist and used the other to support her head. The two leaned on each other, the atmosphere exceedingly harmonious.
As soon as Sumr Monroe reached the entrance to the backyard and saw this scene, she almost lost her breakfast.
These two, one full of suspicion, the other full of ill intentions, the sight of them embracing each other wasn’t very appetizing.
Damian Knight followed shortly after and saw the scene, a hint of disdain in his eyes, he said to Sumr, "Let’s go and greet your aunt."
"Alright." Sumr nodded, plastered a smile on her face, and walked over.
"Aunt."
Stella was about to see Clarissa one last ti when she unexpectedly heard Sumr’s voice and instantly stiffened.
She feared and hated Sumr, but as she looked at Clarissa’s shrine, the fear gradually faded, leaving only boundless hatred.
She forced a smile, turned to face Sumr, and said, "Sadie, you’re up?"
Seeing Stella looking plump and rosy, Sumr felt a cold sneer in her heart.
It seed like the man accompanying Stella was doing a very diligent job. Was the man giving Stella tonics?
How considerate of him...
Sumr kept her composure, smiled, and said, "Aunt, you look so well. I was worried you might lose weight because of Clarissa’s passing, but it seems you’ve adapted really well."
Stella was so angry she couldn’t maintain the fake smile on her face any longer.
She didn’t want to talk to Sumr any longer, so she quickly muttered "Hmm" and walked towards Clarissa Stanton’s coffin.
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