Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot - Chapter 632

Chapter 632: 214: Good and Evil Will Eventually Be Rewarded_3
Today is my son’s birthday, and bringing up a dead person always feels a bit ominous.

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It’s not that he’s heartless.

But his daughter has been missing for years, and his tears already dried up after the first year.

Nowadays, since he already has a new family, he shouldn’t let a dead person affect him.

So Darlene didn’t ask further.

Capital City.

The sky was getting dark.

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Almost everyone had already left the Memorial Hall.

Only Barbara Will was still kneeling before the coffin, burning paper money and crying, “Honey, I’m sorry. If I had come earlier, you wouldn’t have had to suffer so much. You must be in a lot of pain, right?”

At that moment, footsteps sounded outside.

“Nini!” Barbara immediately turned around to look.

Unfortunately.

The one who came was not Olivia Cooper.

Viola Thompson sighed softly, walked to Barbara’s side, “Mrs. Price, you haven’t eaten or drunk anything for a whole day. You should rest for a while, I’ll watch over this place for you.”

Barbara shook her head, “I’m not tired, not at all. I want to stay with Nini a bit longer…”

Viola continued, “Tomorrow is the funeral, you won’t be able to withstand it like this.”

“It’s okay.”

At this point, Barbara looked at Viola, “Miss Thompson, do you think there are ghosts in this world?”

Before Viola could speak, Barbara continued, “If there were, that would be so great.”

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She wanted to hug her daughter.

She wanted to talk to her daughter for a while.

In any form.

“Miss Thompson, I have so much regret! I really regret it! Why did I delay so many days to see Nini! Nini was right in front of me, but I missed her!”

“It was me who caused Nini’s death!”

No one knew how much Barbara regretted.

She wished she could slap herself to death.

Viola had reminded her more than half a month ago and had urged her in the meantime, but Barbara stubbornly believed that she would not recognize her own daughter wrong.

Viola continued, “Mrs. Price, don’t blame yourself too much, everything is predetermined by fate.”

At this moment, Viola could only comfort her like this.

“I caused her death.” Barbara looked at Olivia Cooper lying in the ice coffin, “I really want Nini to take me away too.”

Anyway, there was no more meaning for her to live in this world.

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Her daughter was gone.

So was her hope.

“Mrs. Price, you mustn’t think like that.”

Barbara continued, “Don’t worry, Miss Thompson, I’m just thinking about it. If Nini could really take me away, she would have taken me away long ago.”

Barbara stayed in the Memorial Hall all night, and Viola accompanied her all night.

Two people.

An ice coffin.

And a lone lamp.

The funeral home’s Memorial Hall was cold and spooky.

But Barbara and Viola were not afraid at all.

Early the next morning.

Olivia Cooper’s body was pushed into the cremation furnace.

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Unusually, Barbara didn’t cry or make a scene.

She silently pressed the button for the furnace.

The raging flames were reflected in her eyes.

The moment the fire started, the bread struggled to break free from the ropes and the flames in the furnace roared.

Soon.

That little figure turned into a handful of ashes in the furnace.

Barbara held the urn and the black and white portrait, and went up the hearse like this.

The funeral procession was long.

The cemetery was nearby.

When leaving the funeral home, the sky was still clear, but when the funeral ended, the rain suddenly started pouring without warning.

Viola looked up at the drizzle in the sky, and her eyes moistened as well.

At that moment.

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A black umbrella unfurled above her head, shielding her from the drizzle.

Following the slender hand with beautiful bones holding the umbrella, Viola saw a handsome, cold face. The thin lips were pressed into a tight line. After not seeing him for several days, his face seemed to have grown somewhat thinner, and some blue stubble had emerged on his chin.

It didn’t make him look disheveled, but rather added a unique charm.

An unapproachable coldness was expressed between the nobility.

Just like her.

He was also wearing a black shirt.

His whole body was solemn, as if enveloped in an impenetrable layer of frost.

For some reason, Viola suddenly felt very tired and hugged him.

Both hands tightly around his waist.

At this moment, Terrence Lentz was completely stunned, just as surprised as when Viola got drunk that night, lifted his clothes, and touched his abs.

His whole body tensed up.

He didn’t dare to move.

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He didn’t even dare to breathe loudly.

“Let me hold you for a moment.”

After a moment, Viola finally said this sentence.

“Okay.”

Terrence Lentz nodded slightly.

It took a while for Viola to let go of him, and by the time she spoke again, she had already adjusted her emotions.