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.

admitted to the psychiatric hospital. Even though Cindy had no

to the same mother, Maureen

so, Cindy was

Cindy for a very long time. His heart leap a

cough to recompose himself and went up to help Cindy up. “Stop crying. Shandie will

hear you cry. Please be mindful of your health

welling up in her eyes, she tilted her head

Cindy’s cheeks as she said, “Rick, Shandie has left us. I only have you

vulnerable look softened

her waist and another holding her head, both of them leaned

the backyard, almost vomited

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 and said, “Let’s go greet Aunt

and went toward them with a

“Aunt Cindy.”