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Chapter 189 Nobody Calls Her Anymore
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Jean brought her back to that villa, where she had been before, which would give her a sense of security.
Leen was shocked when he saw Mr Smith holding an urn with ashes on his face.
But when he saw Vince and the bodyguards also showing regretful expressions, he gradually understood
Although she didn’t know who was in the urn, it must be someone close to Jean.
“Mr Smith, I’m going to prepare the mourning hall…”
Jean didn’t respond, but stopped Leen when she turned around.
“Carve a monument for her and write her name on it.’
Leen asked him: “Mr Smith, what’s her name?”
Jean looked down at the urn, and replied affectionately: “My wife, Jennifer.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtLeen froze for a moment, Jennifer? Was it the Jennifer she’d met?
She’s pretty, but a little weak, that little girl?
Leen didn’t dare to ask, but replied ‘yes’, and immediately went down to
prepare.
Jean put the urn on the stage and turned to look at Vince.
“Go back, don’t stay with me.”
Vince wanted to refuse, but was interrupted by Jean: “I want to be quiet and stay with her again.”
It is impossible for him to let her not even have a tomb. When he is with her again, he will bury her with his own
hands.
Chapter 189 Nobody Calls Her Anymore
Seeing him like this, Vince didn’t force him to stay: “Take care of yourself, and contact me if you need anything.”
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Jean nodded lightly, his face was very calm, and Vince dared to leave with confidence.
Before leaving, he told the bodyguards to keep an eye on him and not let anything happen to him.
After Vince left, Jean took out a clean towel and wiped the urn carefully.
After Carley woke up from a coma, she learned from Lanice that Jean had cremated Jennifer, and cried again.
Lanice hugged her shoulders, comforting her silently, and was too sad to speak for Jennifer’s sudden death in his
heart.
She still had two months left, if it wasn’t for herself, Jennifer wouldn’t have been beaten by Murphy…
Her incompetence was also the murderer who indirectly killed Jennifer…
Accompanied by Lanice, Carley went to Jean’s villa.
The mourning hall has been built, with the name of Jean’s wife Jennifer written on it.
When Carley saw the marriage certificate in the mourning hall, she couldn’t help crying again.
Jenny finally married her childhood sweetheart, but in this form.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCompared to Carley crying hoarsely, Jean was calmer than anyone else: “Carley, I’m going to burn some clothes for
Jenny tomorrow, can you help me clean up her clothes?”
Carley cried and nodded: “Okay.”
She complied, and returned to the small apartment with the things she brought back from the hospital.
The inside is as warm as before, without any changes, except that there is a missing figure of Dao waiting for her to
come home from the night shift.
With red eyes, Carley walked to the sofa, raised her hand and touched the place where Jennifer had been lying,
tears rolled down uncontrollably.
With tears in her eyes, she looked towards the second bedroom and softly called out: “Jenny…”
There was no response, just the echo of herself, the time when Jenny heard her coming back and would rush out of
the bedroom and jump on her.
But now, in the huge house, no one will call her Carley with a smile
anymore…
Carley covered her face and fell on the sofa, crying so hard that she couldn’t help herself…
He called Jenny’s name over and over again in his heart, as if he could call her back.
Knowing that it is impossible, but still desperate, shouting, suffering, and fighting.