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."

you just going to let this slide? Mom, he killed Wendy! Now, we're going to let him see her? No way!" The more that Vincent spoke, the more emotional he grew. His

to drag him away and throw

each word between clenched teeth. His mother knew just how much he

he can come in and mourn

tired voice. "We are also to blame for what has happened. We are not entirely blameless. It

and said with pain in

away. Jack had been standing there. After some time, he put down the flowers in

waiting. The main reason why he had allowed the Wen family to take Wendy's body was that he felt

in the car?" Jack asked

some thought, the latter

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

he leaned backward. There was blue-green scum

as evidenced by the dark bags

there, thought things

"It was all my fault. But I didn't expect her to

all possibilities of them being together. From the moment she decided to

Wendy knew that he would regret

"The night before she committed suicide, we had a fight. I should have

seemed strangely calm. He, however, had not been willing to spend one more breath to try to patch things up with her. Instead, he went to a club that

he was drunk and fast asleep on the sofa. The woman beside him had answered the phone and handed it to

a lot that Wendy had said, but Francis had not gotten any of it.

impatient. "If you have nothing else to say,

responded by asking him softly, "Will you come back

had answered

quiet for some time. "Okay," she had said afterward, almost in a

straight. Trying to suppress his anger,

sighed and said

turned out that that goodbye was

formed in the corners and fell down his

so cruel. She has

window

see a white plane making

his phone and dialed his father's number. "Dad, where is the

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

"Okay."

that Jack would be calling first. She had been planning

back into her pen

duty, I'll

"Okay. See you then."

to ask him about

incident. Even though Rachel did not speak of it, she always

she went about her day. After

the room, laughing and jumping. He wore the