CEO's Substitute Bride

Chapter 322

Because Richard was a famous painter, his accident had a certain social influence, so the police quickly gave out the confirmation of the traffic accident soon.

The accident was ultimately defined as an accident.

After the confirmation letter for the accident was given, they started to make Richard's funeral arrangements.

After George and his group came to Country M, Emmett no longer needed to handle the matters about Richard’s funeral.

He finally had some free time.

Before the funeral began, Frank came back from outside and went straight to Emmett's room.

Emmett was wearing a heavy black shirt and black pants. He sat on the sofa and seemed to be deep in thought.

Frank walked over and called out respectfully, "Mr. Lawrence."

Emmett did not look up at him. He only asked, "How is the investigation going on?"

Frank seriously said, "What I found was the same as what the police have reported. It does look like a traffic accident."

Even Angela could be taken away without anyone knowing. So Emmett naturally had reason to suspect that Richard's car accident was not an accident.

Knock! Knock!

There was a knock on the door.

Immediately after was the servant's voice. "Mr. Lawrence, it’s time to leave for the funeral home.”

Hearing this, Emmett stood up from the sofa and adjusted his black shirt. He said to Frank, "Let's go."

When they arrived at the funeral home, all the Backer family members had arrived.

Dylan accompanied Frances to receive the people who came to offer their condolences.

Frances had lost a lot of weight in just a short week. Even the heavy makeup on her face could not hide her old age. She looked very haggard and thin.


Emmett nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, "I’m sorry for your loss."

Frances did not say anything and just nodded. This made her look a little more depressed.

Emmett frowned slightly and looked at her for a moment before going in.

When he walked in, he saw Justin kneeling on the ground.

Although Justin had not lived with his parents all these years, their blood was thicker than water. He was fifteen years old this year and knew what death meant.

He had lost his father forever.

Emmett walked to Justin’s side and squatted down and handed him a tissue.

Justin looked up. His eyes were red and swollen. His nose was red as well. He said in a hoarse voice, "Cousin."

With that, Justin's tears fell.

Even though he stubbornly managed to keep his mouth shut, Emmett could still hear the stifled sobs coming from his throat.

"I am here." Emmett replied and stuffed the tissue into Justin’s hand.

There were many things in life that one could not grasp, but there was nothing one could do.

Words of comfort were extremely useless most of the time.

Justin tightly held the tissue Emmett gave him. He lowered his head so that Emmett would not see his face, but Emmett still saw the tears splashing down to the ground like a broken line of beads.

Emmett only patted his back and stood up.

After Richard's funeral, Emmett and the others were planning to go back to Holston City.

The day before they left, everyone was sitting in the main hall eating lunch.

When everyone was silent, Dylan suddenly said, "Mom, come back to Holston City with us."

When the others heard his words, they all turned to look at Frances.

Only Emmett lowered his head and ate his lunch as if he did not hear anything. It was as if he did not care about what happened at the table.

Frances paused for a moment and did not answer immediately.

George followed closely and said, "It’s a good idea. Richard is no longer here. Dylan and Justin are also in the country. If you stay here alone, you will have no one to rely on. Why don't you come back to Holston City with us?"

Now, everyone was waiting for Frances's answer.

Frances put down her fork in her hand and said softly, "No need. I am used to living in Country M. It is better to stay here."

As soon as she finished speaking, Justin placed the cup in his hand heavily on the dining table and made a loud sound.

This time, even Emmett could not help but give a sidelong glance at Justin.

Justin's complexion had been very bad recently, and his pretty little face was very haggard.

He looked at Frances with a cold gaze. "Fine. Do whatever you want. Anyway, you don't care about us at all."

George was the first to react. He said in a low voice, "Justin."

Justin did not even look at George. He stood up and ran out of the restaurant.

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