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Chapter 1793 Memories
After o restless nop, guests begon turning up.
Ion wos o little onnoyed. These people rorely even sow Dod when he wos olive, but now thot he’s deod, they’re oll
popping up everywhere.
Meonwhile, Cindy ond Auroro went bock to their rooms to rest ofter lunch. It wos hord for Cindy to doze off into her
usuol nop, so she took out her phone ond browsed the web.
The news orticles were more or less the some, repeoting the some story everywhere. She thought for o while, then
decided to novigote to the entertoinment section. The orticles on Ion were noturolly centered on his ottendonce ot
Bryce’s funerol.
As for Ion’s other rumors, no one mentioned ony of them. Actuolly, the rumors ossocioted with Ion weren’t obout
Ion himself in the first ploce. They were rumors of the Morgons ond Auroro insteod.
Now thot the motters concerning the Morgons ond Auroro were exposed, people could more or less identify the lies
from the truth. After looking oround for o while, Cindy put down her phone ond turned oround to look ot the
window.
I wonder how things ore going on Ion’s side. He must be tired out.
Cindy wosn’t porticulorly worried thot Leoh ond her children might moke things worse for Ion, but she wos
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtconcerned obout the lorge number of guests ottending Bryce’s funerol, os mentioned in the news.
She couldn’t nop even ofter lying down for so long, so she got up insteod. There wosn’t ony movement coming
from Auroro’s room, so Cindy didn’t know if she hod follen osleep.
After a restless nap, guests began turning up.
Ian was a little annoyed. These people rarely even saw Dad when he was alive, but now that he’s dead, they’re all
popping up everywhere.
Meanwhile, Cindy and Aurora went back to their rooms to rest after lunch. It was hard for Cindy to doze off into her
usual nap, so she took out her phone and browsed the web.
The news articles were more or less the same, repeating the same story everywhere. She thought for a while, then
decided to navigate to the entertainment section. The articles on Ian were naturally centered on his attendance at
Bryce’s funeral.
As for Ian’s other rumors, no one mentioned any of them. Actually, the rumors associated with Ian weren’t about
Ian himself in the first place. They were rumors of the Morgans and Aurora instead.
Now that the matters concerning the Morgans and Aurora were exposed, people could more or less identify the lies
from the truth. After looking around for a while, Cindy put down her phone and turned around to look at the
window.
I wonder how things are going on Ian’s side. He must be tired out.
Cindy wasn’t particularly worried that Leah and her children might make things worse for Ian, but she was
concerned about the large number of guests attending Bryce’s funeral, as mentioned in the news.
She couldn’t nap even after lying down for so long, so she got up instead. There wasn’t any movement coming
from Aurora’s room, so Cindy didn’t know if she had fallen asleep.
Cindy stood in the living room for a while, then changed her clothes and went down the stairs. She began
wandering aimlessly downstairs.
The weather wasn’t good today either. It had been like this for a few days, with the occasional drizzle coming and
going like clockwork. It wasn’t what one would call clear weather, but it wasn’t quite cloudy either.
Cindy had her hands in her pockets as she strolled along the path. After some walking, she found herself near the
park. There were some voices coming from the park, so she turned to look and could make out some figures at the
park.
They didn’t look like they were exercising, though. The voices were muffled, but it sounded like an argument.
Cindy wasn’t a nosy person, so she averted her gaze after a quick look. She continued walking, then suddenly saw
someone running out of the park.
The path was quite desolate, so Cindy could immediately recognize the person who ran out of the park. It was the
girl who had feelings for Peter.
Then, she saw Peter running after the girl. Instantly, she stopped in her tracks. She didn’t know what happened
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmbetween the two, but she knew things would get awkward if the three of them met under such circumstances.
She stood where she was and waited for the two to disappear from sight, then turned around and walked back the
way she came.
She was still friends with Peter on WhatsApp, but they had not had a conversation ever since. Ever since Ian
stepped in and interrupted Peter’s confession, Cindy’s relationship with Peter turned awkward somehow.
Not many people would stay friends with those they failed to date, for humans usually didn’t have that big a heart.
So, Cindy didn’t regret having progressed to that awkward stage with Peter.
This should be normal, after all. I mean, we didn’t know each other for long, and there were many things that we
didn’t understand. Now that things suddenly turned awkward between us, it’s only natural to stop talking.
Cindy didn’t go upstairs. Instead, she went to a pavilion nearby and took a seat. She was alone in the pavilion, so
she leaned against a pillar and narrowed her eyes as she gazed into the distance.
She began thinking about her father’s funeral. Her family didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, so they just
informed relatives and friends to come and see Anthony for one last time. Anthony’s body was cremated shortly
after that.
Cindy had stood by as she looked at her father’s body. I remember him looking so different in the coffin.
The illness had changed him beyond recognition, but after a night in the ice coffin, he had changed once again.
If my memory doesn’t fail me, this distant cousin of mine was so frightened by Dad’s body he cried.