A Beauty With Multiple Masks

During summer, the sky was already bright, though the sun had not risen at four in the morning.

It had been the eighth day since the passing of Shandie. Henrick was in the backyard burning joss paper for Shandie as he mumbled, “Shandie, I’ve come to burn some joss paper for you. You can rest in peace now. Please guard over our family when you’re up in heaven. Help me earn a big time. Make sure that Arielle and Vinson have a peaceful marriage. As for your mom, I’ll send someone to bring her over for her to pay you her last respect.”

Right then, Alfred came over.

“Mr. Southall, breakfast is ready. The car to the crematorium will be here half an hour later. You should go have some food first.”

“All right.” Henrick nodded before he asked, “Is Mrs. Southall almost here?”

“She should be here soon”

Just when the butler replied, a housekeeper came running over to report, “Mr. Southall, Mrs. Southall is here.”

Even before Henrick could reply, Cindy’s cry was heard. “Oh Shandie, my dear daughter!”

Henrick turned his head over and saw Cindy in a hospital gown.

she was just admitted to the psychiatric hospital. Even though Cindy had

to the same mother, Maureen was much

so, Cindy was still

long time. His heart leap a beat at the glance of her

to help Cindy up. “Stop crying. Shandie

cry. Please be

in reply. With tears welling up in her eyes, she tilted

cheeks as she said, “Rick, Shandie has left us. I only

vulnerable look softened Henrick’s

an arm around her waist and another holding her

in the backyard, almost

the two of them, where one was full of suspicion of others and another

contempt upon seeing that scene too. He then turned to Arielle

went toward them with

“Aunt Cindy.”