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."

almost accusingly, "Are 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 chest heaved violently, and his

drag him away and throw

word between clenched teeth. His mother knew just

I meant is that he can come in

at peace. 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

eyes and said with pain in

had been standing there. After some time,

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

we talk in the car?" Jack asked as he stood in front

thought, the latter

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

There was blue-green scum

for days, as evidenced by the dark

not to smoke either. He sat there, thought things over, and asked

all my fault. But I didn't expect her

she decided to take her own life, they could no longer be together. It was so

this was a punishment. Wendy knew that

before she committed suicide, we had a fight. I

to spend one more breath to try to patch things up with her. Instead, he

called him. At that time, he was drunk and fast asleep on the

was a lot that Wendy had said, but Francis had not gotten any of it. Finally, there was a prolonged silence on

had grown impatient. "If you have nothing else to

she had responded by asking him

had answered curtly,

for some time. "Okay," she had

"okay" angered him. Now awake, he had sat up straight. Trying to suppress his anger, he had yelled into the speaker, "Will you quit

and said goodbye

that that goodbye

Tears formed in the corners and fell down his

murmured, "Jack...she was so cruel. She has

the window was

see a white plane making its

father's number. "Dad,

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

"Okay."

Jack would be calling first. She

back into

get off duty, I'll come to pick

"Okay. See you then."

to ask him

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

and she went about her day. After she had finished the

the room, laughing and jumping. He wore the clothes that she