The old man told a lie without blushing or panting. He said faintly, "Well, you are sleepwalking."
"..." Sara resigned to his own decision in despair.
Hank said casually, "I heard that your stepmother died."
Sara paused for a moment and nodded. "Okay."
Hank said, "Go to the funeral?"
After all, Lilly died in the police station, so it was disgraceful to tell others what she had done. Therefore, the Martin family did not dare to do big things. They quickly contacted the cremation site and chose the cemetery. The funeral was set on this Saturday.
Sara nodded. "I did."
Hank said lightly, "Uncle has something to do that day. You can go by yourself."
Sara nodded obediently. "Okay."
On Saturday, it was drizzling. Sara opened a black umbrella and stood not far away, watching William put the cinerary urn into the grave.
There were not many people who came. They were all relatives of the Martin family and the Martin family. William did not hold an umbrella, and her face was full of tears. Anyone who saw her would praise her for being filial.
She put her mother's urn into the grave with her own hands, and then watched with her own eyes as the grave was filled up.
Sara was also quietly watching them not far away.
The tombstone had long been carved, on which there was the tomb of her beloved wife, Yen and the filial daughter William were written below.
The sound of funeral music filled the entire cemetery, sad and shrill. The people who participated in the funeral showed their sad faces politely, and some of them also shed a few drops of tears.
Sara looked at the Lilly portrait on the tombstone.
It was a photo of her dressing in a gown. Her smile at the camera was elegant and fake. Her beautiful appearance was not aggressive. No one could see the viciousness and deep scheming hidden under her gentle smile.
She was dead.
When Sara was a little smaller and humiliated, she didn't think about letting him die.
Looking at the photo of her on the tombstone, Sara suddenly thought of some things that had happened a long time ago.
That time, she came to find Caroline.
Looking at this delicately dressed woman, Sara was very curious, but her gentle mother didn't tell her who this guest was and shut her outside the door.
Because of her mother's abnormality, Sara was even more curious and stuck to the door. At that time, the servant Madam Lawford was also standing next to her, looking at her with disdain, as if she was a piece of trash. But at that time, Sara was too young to understand the disgust of a stranger, so she had to move away a little and didn't want to stay with this aunt.
This also led to that she did not hear what Caroline and Lilly had said. She only vaguely remembered that Lilly's face was extremely ugly when she came out. It was so gloomy that it could drip water, which startled Lionel.
Lilly walked to the door and suddenly turned around again. She stared at Caroline fiercely and said, "Caroline, you win!"
Caroline stood quietly by the window, behind her was a radiant light. She smiled faintly, looking beautiful and gentle in Sara's memory. She said, "It's you who owe me."
Lilly gritted her teeth and left. Madam Lawford's mother followed her in a hurry. Sara watched their backs disappear. That was the first time she saw Lilly. Now, it was the last time. By the time Sara came to his senses, people had already dispersed. William was comforted by the three aunties and eight aunties. She held an umbrella and put a bunch of snow-white chrysanthemums in front of the tomb.
Sara suddenly opened his mouth and said, "Actually, I want you to see her for the last time."
William looked back at her and smiled. "Really?"
Sara licked her pale lips and said, "When I was in the Cowanwick Road, I went back on my word."
William did not speak.
Sara said, "Because I don't want to let you go. You're not a good person."
William suddenly burst into laughter and said, "Sara! I'll never let you go even if I die!"
Sara said calmly, "You took revenge for your mother, and I was just taking revenge for my mother. William, I didn't think I was sorry for you. You lost your mother at the age of 18, but I lost my mother when I was ten."
"Your mother is a third party! She deserves it!" William screamed.
Sara whispered, "I still remember the last month of my mother's life."
"At that time, she was very thin and couldn't eat anything. All the organs in her body were tired. I fed her some porridge, and she would soon spit it out and almost throw up her stomach. At that time, she was lucky to survive, but she was constantly tortured. She couldn't sleep all night and she didn't know when she would spit out a mouthful of blood. I was so young at that time, and I knew how painful she was. But for me, she still persisted. She had endured such a pain for ten years, which was worse than death. And this was all for her."
"Later, her body didn't allow her to continue. She chose to commit suicide and died in my arms. I was covered in her blood."
The rain was getting heavier and blurred people's vision. Sara took a deep breath, and the air in her lungs was cold and bone- chilling.
"William, I don't owe you anything."
"What does your mother's death have to do with me?" William sneered and said, "I said that she deserved it! You killed my mother, and I will make you pay for it!"
Sara tilted the umbrella, looked at William's ferocious expression, and said, "She deserved it. What she did is not enough to die a hundred times."
William still wanted to say something, but Sara didn't want to listen. She turned around and wanted to leave, but she heard William's scream behind her, "Sara! Aren't you afraid? Aren't you afraid that my mother's ghost will pester you! If you kill her, she will enter your dream day and night, and she will never let it go!"
Sara thought of last night's nightmare.
She couldn't remember the specific content, but she remembered the bone-chilling coldness.
Sara pursed her lips and said, "Even so, I don't regret it."
It was time for her to pay for her mother's death a long time ago.
The rain became heavier and heavier, and the water droplets had already drenched Sara's skirt. She looked down and moved forward, trying to escape from this place where she could not breathe. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and raindrops were blown into someone's collar by the wind. Sara's clothes were half wet in a short while. She gritted her teeth and continued to move forward, and suddenly hit into a warm embrace.
Sara looked up and saw the man's deep and three-dimensional facial features. His beauty could not be described in words.
He was wearing a black shirt, revealing a pair of sharp collarbones and a slender, cold, white neck. There was no expression on his face, and he looked very unkind. But Sara threw the umbrella away, hugged his waist, and burst into tears.
The storm was gloomy, and the cemetery was gloomy. The tall man lowered his head and held the girl in his arms. He moved softly and said in a low voice, "Honey, I'm here."