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."

A 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 see her? No way!" The more that Vincent spoke, the more emotional he grew. His chest

best not to drag

spoke each word between clenched teeth. His mother

he

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

pain in his voice, "Mom... I regret it.

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

had allowed the Wen family to

in the car?" Jack asked

thought, the

rolled down the window, took out a cigarette, and gave it

backward. There was

as evidenced by the dark bags

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

escaped Francis' lips. "It was all my fault. But I didn't expect

all possibilities of them being together. From the moment she decided to take her own life, they could no longer be together. It was so

knew that he would

we had a fight. I

strangely calm. He, however, had not been willing to spend one more breath to try to patch things up with her. Instead,

the next morning, she had called him. At that time, he was drunk and fast asleep on the

said, but Francis had not gotten any of it.

grown impatient. "If you have nothing else to say, I'm going

him softly, "Will you come

answered

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

straight. Trying to suppress his anger, he

and said goodbye in a

out that that goodbye was their

his eyes. Tears formed in the corners and

so cruel. She has punished

quiet. Outside the window was a clear

afar, he could see a white plane making its way

father's number. "Dad, where is the divorce agreement? I'm ready to

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

"Okay."

first. She

into her pen holder

get off duty, I'll come to

"Okay. See you then."

to ask him

passed since Wendy's incident. Even though Rachel did not speak of

day. After she had finished the operation, a little guest arrived

and jumping. He wore the