Third Person's POV
In recent days, internal and external troubles had been unceasing. The Todd Group could no longer withstand any major upheaval and had to respond quickly.
"Now even you won't listen to me?"
"Alpha Cliff, this is all for the sake of the Todd Group..."
"For the sake of the Todd Group"—he had heard this phrase far too many times since he was a child.
Every time, it was never something he wanted to do himself.
Back then, marrying Vanya was for the family; now that Vanya had met with misfortune, even holding her funeral was still for the family.
Cliff suddenly laughed, as if resigning himself to fate: "Fine, then let's do as Grandma says."
After all, in this life, he was nothing more than a puppet of the Todd family.
Meanwhile, the news that the Todd family was going to hold a funeral for Mrs. Todd reached Vanya's ears.
This funeral was being organized on a grand scale, as if they were afraid no one would know. They had invited numerous industry elites, entrepreneurs, and philanthropists, all of whom were influential figures in the business world.
Vanya looked at the invitation in her hand and let out a cold smile.
Cutting off useless people immediately—this had always been the Todd family's way.
It was like this in her previous life, and it remained the same after her rebirth.
"Vanya, what should we do now?"
Her subordinate was a bit anxious. "I didn't expect them to rush the funeral like this. If they really issue a death certificate for you, things will get much more complicated later."
"The invitation has already been delivered to me. It wouldn't be appropriate not to go."
Vanya's tone was a bit earnest. "This will really be my first time attending my own funeral."
She was curious about what kind of funeral Cliff would arrange—would it be a business banquet, or a prayer in a church for her soul's peace?
"But, Vanya, your identity..."
"Cliff no longer has the means to fight against the M Group. My 'Kendrick' identity doesn't need to be deliberately hidden anymore."
Vanya was looking forward to the funeral more and more. She wondered what expressions Veronica and Melinda would have when they saw her.
After all, she still had a score to settle with Melinda.
The next day, Veronica went out to handle the funeral arrangements, leaving only Melinda in the Silver Moon Wolf Pack.
She went upstairs and pushed open the bedroom door where Vanya used to live—she had said long ago that she would move in sooner or later, and now her dream was about to come true.
Melinda walked in, lit some aromatherapy, and opened the door to the walk-in closet.
Inside, Vanya's clothes were neatly arranged. The dazzling array of designer brands almost made her dizzy.
Jenny, who came to work at the Silver Moon Wolf Pack on schedule, entered and saw the door to the upstairs room ajar. She went upstairs in confusion.
Pushing open the door, she saw Melinda standing in front of the dressing mirror, showing off her waist, holding one of Vanya's long dresses in her hand.
Jenny exclaimed in shock, "What are you doing in Luna's room? And holding Luna's clothes?"
But this time, Melinda wasn't flustered at all.
She looked at Jenny and said, "Vanya is already dead. The child I'm carrying is Cliff's son. From now on, everything here will be mine. And you dare to lecture me?"
"You... how can you be so rude! You're not even worth a single strand of Luna's hair!" Jenny had worked at the Silver Moon Wolf Pack for many years, but this was the first time someone had scolded her to her face.
Melinda was unfazed and sneered, "A servant is just a servant. How dare you talk to me like that? Once I become Luna, the first thing I'll do is kick you out!"
Hearing this, Jenny's face instantly turned pale.
On the day of the funeral, Melinda wore a black dress.
Her belly was still flat, but she deliberately straightened her back, afraid that others wouldn't know she was carrying the Todd family's child.
Veronica was greeting the arriving guests, but Cliff was nowhere to be seen.
She asked Melinda beside her, "Where's Cliff?"
Melinda shook her head. "I don't know. I haven't seen him since this morning."
Not long after, Beta Elliot came running over and said to Veronica, "Veronica, sir said he won't be coming today."
"He's not coming? How can that be!"
Cliff and Vanya had not yet rejected each other, so in the eyes of outsiders, they were still husband and wife.
A husband not present at his wife's burial—what would that look like?
Veronica frowned. "Go and get Cliff here right now. Tell him this is my order. If he doesn't come today, he can forget about having me as his grandmother!"
"...Yes, Veronica." Beta Elliot quickly withdrew.
Among the guests, some began to whisper:
"Who's that woman next to Veronica?"
"You don't know? She's the female student Alpha Cliff once helped. I heard she's pregnant with his child, and they're just waiting to get married after the baby is born."
"Mrs. Todd just died, and the Todd family is already doing this? That's just too heartless..."
At that moment, a commotion suddenly broke out in the crowd:
"Isn't that Mrs. Todd?"
"Wasn't she dead? How did she come back?"
The chaotic murmurs reached the ears of Veronica and Melinda.
Melinda immediately sensed something was wrong. She looked up and indeed saw a woman in a black formal dress and a lady's veil hat slowly walking in.
Vanya's appearance at that moment was cold and noble, and as soon as she entered, she became the center of everyone's attention.
The moment she saw Vanya, Veronica's expression darkened as well: "Vanya?"
She almost thought she was seeing things—hadn't Vanya fallen into the sea? How could she still be alive and come back?
Beta Elliot saw Vanya appear safe and sound in the church and immediately smiled: "Luna, you're still alive?"