Unforgettable love - Chapter 863

Chapter 863:

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The woman raised her eyebrows as if she wasn’t very happy with Dolores’ attitude towards her.

“According to the family hierarchy, you should call me aunt.”

Truth be told, Dolores didn’t remember ever meeting the woman, and as far as she knew, the Nelson Family didn’t have many relatives, let alone one who could get her to call her “aunt.”

The woman walked in without permission and said, “Pour me a glass of water.”

“Mrs. Nelson.” Coral pulled Dolores to the side and whispered next to Dolores’ ears, “She’s probably the wife of the old master’s younger cousin, who is sterile, eccentric, and doesn’t like to communicate with others.”

Dolores frowned slightly, why had she never heard of that?

Coral wasn’t too clear on that either, but she had heard of him. “It seems because of his health, he rarely communicates with us. He didn’t even show up when you got married, but he showed up quickly during this family affair.”

Even Coral thought it was so quick it was strange. In Jayden’s generation, he only had one younger cousin, the only other person who owned WY Group stock.

Dolores indicated that she understood, it was inappropriate to have disturbances at such a crucial time, since this woman was related to the Nelson Family, so Dolores should treat her politely.

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She went to pour herself a glass of water, returned and placed it on the table.

Although the woman showed respect by wearing a black dress, her neck and ears were filled with expensive pieces of jewelry. The jewelry glittered more on the lining of her plain colored dress, she also wore a lot of makeup, looked like she was meticulously groomed, and she was also sitting cross-legged at that moment without any elegance that looked even more disrespectful.

Besides, she didn’t look older either, probably not yet 30 years old.

“You said I should call you “aunt” according to the family hierarchy, and so of course I should call you…”

“Say it, then.”

Before Dolores finished speaking, that woman sat up with an arrogant expression as she interrupted.

“Auntie, don’t you understand politeness, don’t you know that interrupting someone when they’re talking is impolite?” Dolores shot back, she really couldn’t stand that she was bluffing there, that was the day Jayden had passed away, Dolores was not in a good mood but that woman was so disrespectful.

“You said you are my aunt, then you are a very close relative of mine, my father just passed away, our whole family is in deep grief while you paint your lips bright red, didn’t you know it’s disrespectful to the deceased?” Dolores stifled her voice; she didn’t want any conflict with anyone at that moment.

But that woman’s behavior was really intolerable.

“If you are not sincere, then do yourself a favor and leave, or you can simply learn the things you should know when attending a funeral.”

“You…” that woman became angry in an instant, but she couldn’t refute Dolores’ words right away, she held it in for a good while before she said, “Is that how you talk to your elder?”

“Of course I should respect my elders, if you don’t even understand what is called ‘respect’, why do you demand others to respect you?”.

That woman was so angry that her face was completely red, looking very bad, “You just wait.”

After saying that, she got up and walked away angrily.

“Mrs. Nelson…” Coral was worried about Dolores so she stepped forward and supported her, Dolores shook her head and said she was fine.

That woman walked quickly and bumped into the person walking in, then said, “Don’t you have eyes? Watch where you’re walking.”

Theresa panicked; she got the call from Boyce last night, so she and Armand hurried back.

She walked quickly and didn’t think someone would suddenly come out of the room, so they bumped into each other.

“I’m sorry…” Theresa apologized.

“You have no manners,” that woman snorted and walked away.

Theresa gasped, as she had never expected that there were still rude people like that woman who would make a fuss at a funeral.

Who was it that had no manners?

“Are you here?” Dolores’ voice a little hoarse.

Theresa rushed over and hugged her, “Are you okay? Armand and I came back immediately after we got the call from Boyce…”

Theresa choked as she was about to say this last part, she had stayed at the villa and interacted with Jayden, but then he was gone…she felt sad that she couldn’t see him anymore.

Dolores’ feelings that she had controlled stirred again.

The rims of her eyes moistened, she told Theresa and Armand to sit down and rest for a moment.

Armand didn’t sit down and said he was going out for a while, he immediately called Boyce once he was back, knowing Boyce was next to Matthew, he originally said he was going there too but Boyce told him to come to the house first, Dolores was the only one home, she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to handle it alone.

Since there was nothing else, she didn’t stay any longer.

In the evening, Matthew and the others were back, Coral and Jessica took care of the children, cooked some food and put it on the table.

The lights in the study room were on.

They were all inside.

“The day after tomorrow is a good day, it’s suitable for burial. They have a convention of burying the dead early so they can fulfill their responsibility and show their respect to the dead. So they would not take too long.

Dolores said softly, “Then how about we arrange the burial the day after tomorrow, do we have enough time?”

Boyce said, “The funeral home will arrange it, the funeral will be held at Central Funeral Home.”

Dolores nodded, Boyce was the one who kept talking, Matthew didn’t say anything from the beginning, he just sat in the chair by the window.

“Everyone was busy all day, go out and get something to eat.” Dolores glanced at Theresa and Jasmine, “Eat something, you two.”

They went all day without eating anything, it was too late.

“Then let’s go out.” Boyce got up first.

Armand pulled Theresa, went outside and quickly closed the study room door.

Dolores walked over and sat down in the chair next to Matthew’s .

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