GoodReadShe looked like a flower wilting in the fierce storm.
"Mom!" I hurried over, taking her hands in mine.
Mom patted my head, taking a long while before she spoke, "I'm sorry, darling. I'm sorry for what happened to your grandma." "Mom, this isn't your fault." I frowned at the injuries on her body, "But what happened to you? How did you get hurt this badly?" "Compared to your grandma passing away, these are just scratches." Mom brushed it off but sighed, feeling guilty, "I keep thinking, if I hadn't thrown that party, maybe they wouldn't have had the chance, and you and your grandma wouldn't have..." "Mom!" I cut her off, seriously, wiping away her tears, "Whether you threw that party or not, we were out in the open, and they were hiding in the shadows. It's impossible to guard against that all the time. So, it really isn't your fault. You can't think like that!" Mom looked atwith such tenderness. I squeezed her hand and walked her back to her hospital room.
"Mom, you're hurt too. You need to rest. I have to take grandma to the crematorium now, let her rest in peace." Mom looked worried, "What about you? How are you holding up?" "Don't worry about me, I'm fine..." At that, she seemed to finally relax and fainted.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtUncle Mike cjust in time, catching Mom, "Your mom, in the middle of that chaos, got hurt pretty bad. She might never wear an evening gown again. But, I mean no harm by saying that, just stating the facts." "And your mom, knowing about your disappearance and your grandma's death, hasn't slept a wink, and she's been running a fever." I had felt Mom's hand burning up earlier. I thought it was just emotional distress, the excitement of it all. "She needs to rest. Once she wakes up, I'll bring her to the funeral." After Uncle Mike left with Mom, he paused at the door to tell Gregory, "Don't forget to mention that other thing." After he left, I turned to Gregory, "What thing?" Without a word, Gregory ledback to the morgue, opening the neighboring cold storage drawer.
As the zipper revealed the face inside, my body stiffened.
"Victor..." Gregory said, "He was trying to protect grandma. Got hit by a falling beam, but..." He paused, "Grandma didn't make it either." I pursed my lips, taking a moment to gather myself.
Truth be told, Victor and I never had much of a bond.
Despite what he did to grandma, saving her with his life was undeniable.
I thougybe grandma wanted Victor the t be with her down t three of them reunited.
I looked down, "Let's bury him in the Myers family plot." After arranging everything with Gregory, we headed to the crematorium.
After the cremation, everything was set up by Dailey.
We returned to the Myers family estate.
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I placed grandma's urn on the table, with her black and white phota in front,
The Myers family, once among the top three prominent families, had a 1 lot of people cto pay their respects even late into the night, thanks to Gregory and Dailey's arrangements. After a three-day vigil.
The next morning, I carried 's urn to the Myers family a gloomy sky.
It started to rain as we arrived.
Gregory held the umbrella for me, the wet ground slippery under our feet.
Despite my careful steps, I couldn't avoid slipping.
Gregory was always there to catchpromptly.
He was completely drenched, raindrops gathering on hisdetermined jawline. e I nudged his hand, "You should cover up too."
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