His New Family, My Daughter's Funeral 소설 & 이야기

It was as though he was telling everyone to butter him up, since his daughter was the President of JNS Corporation. “I think this is a rather inappropriate introduction. Didn’t you chase me out of the family four years ago? I still remember what you told me at that time. You said, ‘From now on, you’re no longer my daughter. I don’t care where you’ll go. It has nothing to do with me anymore! When you pass away, your corpse will not be buried in our ancestral cemetery! Even if you become wealthy one day, I won’t tell anyone you’re my daughter. I’ll just see it as I’ve wasted my time and money to provide for you!’”

Cynthia noticed, but said nothing. “My son worked tirelessly to build his legacy,” Mr. Westwood said. “And I will personally ensure it is left in the right hands.” " And what about Alaya Moore, Darius's side chick?" Mr Westwood wrinkled his face as though someone has just spat in his face. " There is no place for.... such in this family." Another reporter shouted, “And the funeral?” “In one week,” he replied curtly. “Private. Family only.” A flick of his hand sent the bodyguards into motion.

She revealed right after giving a hug. “Oh, okay.” I remembered my dad presented to pay for everything for my mother’s funeral services and even the stuff that she left unpaid from the rehab center. I was initially about to say no to that thinking that my dad had no business in it but then I remembered my mom and I got nothing, literally nothing. Rachel seemed fine with it though and while she’s the original wife, she was very much sharing her own sorrow with us. “You haven’t changed yet.” She trailed off. “Oh, yeah. I’m just about to get ready.” I let out a heavy sigh, the heaviest probably since I got here. “I’m not really ready to go to the funeral but...”

I put my son in his car seat ,fasten his seat belt and we drive off to a place I hate most in the world. After an hour of driving we finally get to where my daughter has been living for the part three years. This place was too quiet and I didn't like it, but I know my girl isn't alone,she has people to take care of her. I carry my son and also the flowers and slowly walk into my most hated place in the world, the cemetery. My daughter's home. I walk slowly till I got a grave with a small head stone which reads Fernanda Kiara Miller

Her words carried a raw, aching sorrow, slicing through the air like a knife. Micah pressed his lips together and spoke gently, “Mom’s death was a wound Dad never recovered from. He never wanted to talk about it. Now that he’s gone, let’s at least fulfill his wish.” Nina felt as if her heart was being crushed. Losing her father so suddenly had left her reeling. The funeral was intimate, attended only by their closest family. Nash arranged for Pharaoh to be buried in the best cemetery in Birkham, ensuring everything was handled with care.

He had lost a lot of weight. His father looked at him and said, "I tried calling you this morning, but you didn't pick up your phone." James replied, "Sorry Dad, I switched off my phone. I went to the cemetery to see my son. If I hadn't given my son company shares, he would still be alive today. I feel so guilty Daddy." Then he cried sorrowfully. His father hugged him and patted his back. His father was so sad because he gave his grandchild company shares as well. Her mother was so surprised when she heard James talking about the cemetery. No one told her about the funeral.

In shock I looked up to her, about to ask why I had felt that way when she pushed me back into the void. I jerked uncontrollably for a few seconds, making a lot of people sitting around me stare with a look of both pity and shock. Seemingly confused myself, I surveyed my environment when I realized I was at a funeral and Sonia’s hand was clasped against mine. “Fucking bitch” I muttered to myself. I was about to pull my hand from her firm grip when the priestess voice rang in the air, quickly snapping me from my reverie. “We are gathered here today to pay our tributes to this loving family, the family of Alpha and Luna Carlson Blackstone.” I quickly snapped my head in the priestess direction

In shock I looked up to her, about to ask why I had felt that way when she pushed me back into the void. I jerked uncontrollably for a few seconds, making a lot of people sitting around me stare with a look of both pity and shock. Seemingly confused myself, I surveyed my environment when I realized I was at a funeral and Sonia’s hand was clasped against mine. “Fucking bitch” I muttered to myself. I was about to pull my hand from her firm grip when the priestess voice rang in the air, quickly snapping me from my reverie. “We are gathered here today to pay our tributes to this loving family, the family of Alpha and Luna Carlson Blackstone.” I quickly snapped my head in the priestess directi

I know half of my words wouldn’t mean anything to him for now, but he did smile, and that was enough for me now. “There will be a proper funeral for my beloved wife, Angelica. You think you can make it?” “Of course, she was my mother, too. I’ll be there.” He nods and gets up. “Until we meet again, dear.” And he walks away. I was still anxious and worried about him. He may have those who support him, but if we look deep inside, his wife’s gone and his only daughter’s in a hospital getting treated for mental disorder. He has no one.