Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1911

Three days later, Daniel's funeral was held.

Amelia, Patrick, George, Alice, and Ned all who had received the notice were present.

Brittany had prepared the highest- quality funeral for Daniel, but only a few people were invited.

Fortunately, the staff member who was in charge of the funeral was very supportive. Those who didn't know the truth would think that Daniel had a lot of friends and relatives who had poured out their hearts for him and were currently mourning his death.

As for the people who were truly related to Daniel, other than Ned, who cried miserably, no one else had shed tears for him.

Among the crowd, the ones who were crying and throwing paper money were at the forefront of the group. Brittany was holding Daniel's photo at the back, followed by Ned and the others, and finally Daniel's coffin.

Originally, the staff of the funeral house had put Daniel's body into the coffin three days ago, but Brittany wanted to bury him in a special way.

So the staff of the funeral house chose to carry Daniel's coffin from the house at noon when there were most people, howled all the way around Northville, and threw all the paper money along the way, which attracted the attention of countless people.

Although it was understandable, there were also complaints. After all, many of the deceased's families chose to go out at dawn, so that it would not affect the passers-by and would not make them feel bad.

Most importantly, the traffic police in Northville usually started working at 8 o'clock, which meant that as long as the funeral was completed before 8 o'clock, the traffic police could turn a blind eye.

However, Brittany was different. She was the one who wanted everyone to see her husband leave. Even if she would incur the displeasure of others, she would not care about it.

Today, she was wearing a black knee-length dress, with a white hairpin beside her ear. There was no decoration anywhere else.

But she looked surprisingly beautiful.

A breeze blew, gently lifting the hemline of her dress and her hair, which highlighted her expressionless face and calm eyes. She had a sense of standing aloof from worldly affairs, which suited the nickname that the supervisor of The Dynasty had given her.

When Amelia and the others first met Brittany today, they all had a feeling that Daniel's death had made her mature.

But she also lost the color of the past.

It was as if the color of the girl in the oil painting had faded and the spectators felt a little sorry for her.

Even George, who was still angry, could not speak a single word when he saw Brittany in such a state.

As the paper money scattered all the way, it floated into the parasol that the traffic police temporarily set up by the roadside, instantly attracting the attention of the two traffic policemen.

"Please wait." Seeing that it was a funeral, the traffic officer's tone was polite, but he still stopped them with a baton.

The staff of the funeral house had to stop.

Brittany frowned when she saw that the team had come to a halt. She did not want to delay the auspicious timing set by the Fengshui masters, so she asked bluntly, "How much do you want?"

The traffic officer didn't waste any time talking. He gave Brittany a fine of a few hundred dollars for disturbing the traffic and destroying the surrounding environment.

Brittany didn't bring any money with her, so she looked at the manager of the funeral house.

The manager understood the meaning and took out his wallet and remembered the amount in his heart, waiting to settle the accounts with Brittany after this.

The traffic police saw that they did things quickly and that there was a reason for it, so they collected the fine and let them go after a verbal warning.

"Go on." Brittany gave an order and the others continued crying and throwing paper money into the air.

They did not walk very fast. Maybe it was to make Daniel enjoy a little longer. Maybe it was to take care of Amelia, who was pregnant, or maybe it was to take care of George, the former patient who had just recovered. Who knew?

They took an entire afternoon.

Amelia and George were already tired and were sent to the funeral house by Patrick to wait, leaving Brittany, Ned, and Alice to see Daniel off.

The staff member in charge of throwing the paper money was okay, but the voices of the staff in charge of crying were almost hoarse. Compared with the loud and clear voice at noon, their voices at this time were like a bunch of broken gongs and drums.

Brittany's brows knitted even more tightly as she listened. Her small mouth, which had turned pale due to the lack of water, said unhappily, "Louder."

The staff members, who were crying, raised their volume.

Brittany was still not satisfied. "Louder!"

"Didn't you eat lunch?"

"If you can't cry, change someone else quickly!"

The last sentence was the most heartwrenching. "How dare you claim to be the best funeral house in Northville?"

Damn it!

The staff members, who felt that they had been looked down upon, shouted with all their strength. Even if their throats hurt as if they were going to split open, they still went all out.

Brittany pursed her lips and remained silent.

On the way, Alice drank water several times and saw that Brittany had not drunk at all. She wanted to persuade Brittany several times, but when she thought of Brittany's cold attitude towards them, her heart sank again.

Ned was the most focused person among them.

What he wanted was very simple. As long as his brother had a place to stay after he died, he would not care about anything else.

When the night began to fall, everyone finally returned to the funeral house.

Brittany heard someone's sigh of relief and immediately looked at him.

The staff, who was massaging his arm, could not help but lower his hand awkwardly when he noticed her eyes.

He didn't mean to do that. He just couldn't feel his hands anymore after throwing the paper money.

Brittany asked, "Are you tired?"

However, Brittany only stared at Brittany for a while before she lowered her eyes silently and returned a salute.

At this point, they really had nothing to say.

Amelia licked her lips and brushed past Brittany.

The next second, Alice stepped forward. She did not say "my condolences to you" to Brittany, but "go home."

Let's go home.

Brittany's eyes quivered, but she did not say a word and returned the greeting.

Seeing this, Alice froze. She didn't know what to say about her!

Next was Patrick.

This man had always been cold-hearted. It was already good enough for him not to say anything to Brittany. She did not expect him to comfort her.

Brittany saw him walking past her without saying a word. She did not react at all, as if it was only right that they acted like this.

The next one was George.

The old man was drained from walking today, so he looked a little embarrassed.

Seeing this, Brittany could not describe how she felt.

Among these people, the one she was most difficult to face was George. This person who treated his own daughter as nothing, and the person he adopted as his own daughter, really made her gnash her teeth.

But it was also him who gave her a helping hand after Daniel's death.

But she knocked his hand off.

It was not that she didn't want to take it, but she was too ashamed to do so.

She was no longer qualified to let George give anything to her. So even if she chose to sell her body, it would be better for her to drag her parents down.

Brittany's mind had always been simple. She would never think about doing this would affect George and Alice's reputation. She was such a person who would make mistakes even if she were to be considerate.

At this point, she heard George saying, "The past is the past. Don't be too sad."

This was not only what he said to Brittany, but also to himself.

Brittany breathed a sigh of relief and returned the greeting in silence.

But this bow was more standard than it had been so far. It almost folded her upper body and lower body.