Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife novel Chapter 616

Chapter 616: Chapter 616

"Yes, Mr. Collins."

Martha acknowledged, her heart filled with unwillingness. However, she dared not voice any opposition.

"Serena has always listened to you. It’s up to you to guide her now."

"I’ll do my best, Mr. Collins."

Hunter was about to leave when a sudden thought stopped him in his tracks.

"Rose is my own sister."

Martha felt her heart lurch at his words.

"Don’t give her any more trouble."

"Yes."

Martha was taken aback. She hadn’t expected Hunter to say such a thing. As she watched him walk away, her annoyance grew.

Who was really causing trouble for whom?

The thought of Serena having to apologize to that annoying girl the next day made her blood boil.

The following morning, Rosemary discovered a message from the previous night. It was from Crystal’s mother, Celeste.

[Rose, thank you for trying your best to save Crystal. Today is her funeral. You’ll come, won’t you?]

[Yes,] Rosemary replied swiftly.

[Crystal adored you. I believe she would be very happy to have you there to say goodbye.]

Rosemary initially wanted to reply with two words: [My condolences.] But she knew that the pain of losing a daughter couldn’t be soothed by mere words.

So, she replied instead: [I’ll be there soon.]

Crystal’s funeral was to be held at the Temple family cemetery. The local psychic said that the best time to bury the deceased was at ten in the morning, as the geomantic layout of the Temple family’s land, coupled with the deceased’s birth details, would ensure her wealth and happiness in her next life.

Hence, the funeral was hastily arranged.

Despite the short notice, the ceremony was grandly decorated, and many people attended.

When Rosemary and Romeo arrived, they saw a sea of mourners dressed in black — a testament to the wide-ranging connections of the Temple family.

The cemetery was adorned with layers of wreaths and elegies, enveloping the graveyard like a flower bed.

Members of the Temple family, clad in mourning attire, wept in front of the altar, each immersed in their own sorrow.

After Romeo and Rosemary had laid their wreath and paid their respects, they approached the open-air altar to offer incense to Crystal.

Their striking appearance drew many eyes.

After offering incense, Rosemary looked at Crystal’s black and white portrait and the coffin beneath it, recalling the girl’s lively demeanor when they first met.

Her heart was filled with sorrow. The sound of the Temple family’s crying brought back the pain of losing her beloved Grandma Grace.

The Temple family members bowed to every visitor who offered incense. Even though Alger and Celeste, leading the family, were crying heavily, they still managed to bend over to thank Romeo and Rosemary for their presence.

"Romeo, thank you for coming," Alger, unable to hold back his tears, embraced Romeo.

"My condolences," Romeo comforted, patting his back.

Alger’s sobbing grew even more heart-wrenching. This feeling of losing a daughter — as if the sky was falling — was too painful, too lethal.

They had lost their only daughter. Their lives were destined to be lonely.

Why did he have to appear and add insult to injury?

"Take your things and leave." Alger violently threw the wreath Clark brought for Crystal at him.

At this moment, a bone-chilling wind whistled by, and the sky began to scatter delicate snowflakes.

Celeste looked up at the sight of the snowflakes, her eyes reddening even more. Was Crystal showing a sign?

She loved snow in her lifetime.

Did they treat Clark like this, so she showed a sign, wanting them to show mercy?

"Crystal probably wanted my brother to be here for her last journey." Rosemary spoke. "Please, let my brother offer incense for Crystal, okay?"

Alger and Celeste broke down in tears.

Clark bowed to them and steadily walked toward the portrait.

The girl’s radiant smile — her bright eyes — were still so vivid. Yet during her lifetime, she had undergone inhumane torment.

Tears welled up in Clark’s eyes. He lit the incense and deeply bowed to the portrait.

Another gust of wind blew. The snowflakes landed on Clark’s shoulder, like an invisible hand gently comforting him.

Alger and Celeste cried even harder. Surely their daughter was showing a sign — she saw this man come to bid her farewell, so a gust of wind came, as a response.

When Clark bowed to the Temple family, Alger and Celeste finally bowed back to him.

Rosemary’s eyes were somewhat moist.