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."

let this slide? Mom, he killed Wendy! Now, we're going to let him

I'm already trying my best not to drag him away and throw him out

between clenched teeth. His mother knew

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

said with pain in his voice, "Mom... I regret

been standing there. After some time, he put down the flowers in his hand, turned around,

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

car?" Jack asked as he stood in

thought,

a cigarette, and gave

he leaned backward. There was blue-green scum in

evidenced by the dark bags under

his hand and decided not to smoke either. He sat there, thought things over, and asked in a low voice,

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

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

was a punishment. Wendy knew that

we

not been willing to spend one more breath to try to patch

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 and handed it

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

have nothing else to say, I'm

him softly,

answered curtly,

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

straight. Trying to

had sighed and said goodbye in a low

that that goodbye was

eyes. Tears formed in the corners

"Jack...she was so cruel. She has punished me with her

quiet. Outside the window was a clear blue

white plane making its way across

out his phone and dialed his father's number.

his hesitant reply, "There's no hurry. You and Rachel should drop by

"Okay."

first. She had

pen back into her pen holder and asked,

get off duty, I'll come to pick you

"Okay. See you then."

she decided to ask him about

Even though Rachel did not

day. After she had finished

and jumping. He wore the clothes that