Bride of Mr. Billion - Chapter 755
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Chapter 756:
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A few minutes later, Herbert walked out of the ward, his face marked with sorrow. By this time, Connor had already contacted the funeral personnel. Several people entered the room to prepare her for the final rites.
Herbert turned and sank into one of the chairs in the corridor. Seeing his grief, I couldn’t help but feel a deep ache inside. Slowly, I sat beside him, reaching out to hold his hand.
“She’s gone,” I said softly.
Herbert nodded, his grip tightening around my hand.
“I’m sorry.”
At his words, I frowned.
“What do you have to apologize for?”
“I don’t feel anything for Caroline anymore. Now, all I feel is… pity.”
Herbert met my gaze, but before he could explain further, I interrupted.
“You’re feeling pity for her, aren’t you? You can’t bear to see a life that was once so vibrant fade away in front of you.”
Herbert let out a small smile, patting my hand.
“Thank you for understanding. You’re a good wife.”
“I’m not your wife yet. At most, I’m the mother of your children,” I teased gently.
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Herbert didn’t answer. Instead, he looked toward the door of the ward and said, “I need to handle Caroline’s funeral over the next couple of days. I’m afraid I won’t be able to go home. Should I ask Connor to take you back?”
“I’ll stay with you,” I replied, meeting his gaze.
However, Herbert shook his head and said, “You need to take care of the children. You don’t have any ties to Caroline’s funeral, and there’s no reason for you to be involved.”
I lowered my head and nodded, realizing that I had no right to be involved in Caroline’s funeral arrangements. After offering Herbert a few words of advice, I left with Connor.
Two days later, Herbert returned. He took a shower and then slept for the entire day.
When he finally woke up, he walked over and hugged me from behind.
I felt his arms tighten around my waist. I didn’t need to look to know it was him—his embrace was so familiar.
“You’re awake?” I asked as I stirred the soup.
“Yes,” he replied, his voice muffled as he buried his face in my neck.
I felt the warmth of his arms around me and said, “Go wash your hands quickly. Let’s eat.”
“Where are the children?” Herbert asked, lifting his head.
“Miranda and Gary took them to the park,” I answered.
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