Stuck in you

The Wen family did not let Francis in. He stood outside the door, wearing a crumpled suit which he had not changed in days.

He stood there completely alone. Inside the building was the mourning hall in which Wendy's body was.

This no longer came as a surprise. After having exacted revenge on Cole and indirectly causing Wendy's death, how could he expect the Wen family to treat him kindly?

It was already too kind of them not to have driven him away.

Francis and Wendy had already registered to be married. The Wen family didn't know that until two days prior.

When Vincent found out, he was furious. He had never thought that they would been officially married.

However, dealing with Francis was the least of his issues right now. The only thing that mattered at the moment was Wendy's funeral.

The Wen family was facing a lot of difficulties right now, so not many people came to the funeral. The few who came had seen Francis waiting outside.

The Wen family's relationship with Francis was complicated, so none of the guests could help him. Some of them paused but ultimately did not talk to him.

Even fewer approached, concerned, and tried to comfort him, but they found him to be out of sorts.

They understood, though, and left him alone. Everyone knew that his dead fiancee was inside.

Jack came out not long after entering. Wendy's body did not look that bad, though she had jumped off the fifteenth floor and had died from a head injury.

Only Vincent and his mother were left of the Wen family. The old lady was devastated. Her husband was in trouble, and her daughter had committed suicide.

She managed to get through the pain and presided over the funeral. Although she had not loved Wendy that much in life, she had raised her and had no one else to call family.

'We need to give her a decent funeral,' she thought, sighing as she looked at the casket.

Vincent had just returned from seeing a guest off and heard her sigh. Looking at the black-and-white photo beside the casket, he felt a sharp pain shoot through his chest.

"Mom," he said. "You need to get some rest. I'll take over."

She shook her head. "No, I can't rest now."

She simply could not stop, as her family was in such a mess. She wished that she could preoccupy herself with tasks all day so that she had something to distract her from her problems.

She was sure that her husband would be going to prison, but she also believed that he was the author of his own misfortune. She was no longer bothered by it. All she wanted now was for him to stay alive.

He should have expected Francis to avenge his father.

Her expression changed slightly. She looked up and asked, "Is he still outside?"

Vincent nodded expressionlessly.

After some thought, she breathed a helpless sigh. "Forget it. He has been waiting out there for too long. We should let him in."

cold smile formed on Vincent's face. He said, almost accusingly, "Are you just going to let this slide? Mom, he killed Wendy! Now, we're going to let him

to drag him away and throw him out of

teeth. His mother knew just how

he can

We will no longer have anything to do with one another," she explained in a tired voice. "We are also to blame for what has happened. We are not entirely blameless. It was us who allowed Wendy to be with him. Both

and said with pain in his voice, "Mom...

After some time, he put down the flowers in his hand, turned around,

The main reason why he had allowed the Wen family to take

car?" Jack asked as he stood

some thought,

two had gotten in the car, Jack rolled down the window, took out a cigarette, and gave it to the man next to him. Francis shook his

There was blue-green scum

evidenced by the dark

either. He sat there, thought things over, and asked in a

was all my fault. But I didn't

being together. From the moment she decided to take her own life,

Wendy knew that he would regret

night before she committed suicide, we had a

had not been willing to spend one more breath to try to patch things up with her.

next morning, she had called him. At that time, he was drunk and fast asleep on the sofa. The woman beside him had answered the phone

gotten any of it. Finally, there was a prolonged silence on the other end of

nothing else to say, I'm going

asking him softly,

answered curtly,

some

"okay" angered him. Now awake, he had sat up straight. Trying to suppress his

and said goodbye in a

turned out that that goodbye was their

his eyes. Tears formed in

was so cruel. She

the window was a

he could see a white plane making its way

out his phone and dialed his father's number. "Dad, where is the divorce agreement? I'm ready to

end, Jonathan grew quiet for a while. Then came his hesitant reply, "There's no hurry. You and Rachel should drop

"Okay."

that Jack would be calling first. She had been

put a pen back into her

off duty, I'll come

"Okay. See you then."

to ask him about

had passed since Wendy's incident. Even though Rachel did not speak of it, she always thought about

and she went about her day. After she had finished the operation, a little guest arrived

jumping. He wore the clothes that she