anything. I need to keep looking for Nicky. ”
The assistant reluctantly continued, “Mr. Ford, on my way here, I got a call from the funeral home. Miss Evans arranged a funeral
for Mrs. Ford and invited everyone who knew her.”
“She has lost her mind!”
At this, Tristan’s eyes widened in anger, his face darkening. “Nicky isn’t dead! Who gave her the right to decide anything?”
“She said… since Mrs. Ford is gone and you’ve been falling apart, she thought she should step in to ease y your burden.”
The assistant kept his head down, not daring to meet Tristan’s gaze. He could tell Tristan was on the verge of exploding.
“Damn it!”
Tristan tried to push himself off the ground but collapsed back down. With the assistant’s help, he eventually managed to stagger
to the car, his movements unsteady.
“I haven’t even confronted her yet, and she dares to hold a funeral for Nicky? Who gave her the right to do that?”
The assistant wiped cold sweat from his forehead and asked cautiously, “Should we go there now, Mr. Ford?”
“What do you think?”
Without another word, the assistant floored the gas pedal, speeding toward the funeral site.
“Thank you all for coming to Mrs. Ford’s funeral. Her death was truly tragic. Her body hasn’t been recovered yet. She jumped straight off the bridge that day. I don’t even know why!”
When Tristan arrived, the entire scene was a chaotic mess. The atmosphere was stifling, with reporters holding up cameras and
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microphones, capturing every tear Lisa shed as she stood in the center, crying and offering prayers.
Evans, why did Mrs. Ford want to see you before she died?”
Lisa sniffled, feigning sorrow. “She probably didn’t want to live anymore, so she asked me to take good care of Tristan.”
“What?”
The crowd stared at her in disbelief. “Are you suggesting there’s something more to your relationship with Mr. Ford?”
“Mr. Ford and I are simply… drawn to each other.”
“What?”
The crowd was stunned. Everyone knew how deeply Tristan loved Nicole. For years, he had cultivated the image of a devoted
husband, throwing lavish celebrations for her birthdays and their wedding anniversaries.
What was this? Had it all been a lle?
“No, no, please don’t misunderstand. I’m the one who fell in love with Mr. Ford. It has nothing to do with him. He still deeply
loves Mrs. Ford.”
Lisa didn’t notice Tristan standing just a few feet away.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
His cold voice cut through the commotion, making Lisa freeze.
Seeing him, Lisa burst into even louder sobs. “Tristan, you’re finally here! I know you’re heartbroken, but Mrs. Ford is gone. It’s better to lay her to rest sooner rather than later. I went out of my way to organize this funeral and even invited a spiritualist to perform a ritual. I just want her to find peace in the afterlife.”
“Who gave you the right to do this?”
Tristan’s face darkened, his expression thunderous. The reporters, who had been ready to swarm him, froze in place, too afraid to
make a move.
