Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife novel Chapter 617

Chapter 617: Chapter 617

"The time has come," the funeral director checked the time and drew out his words. "Seal the casket."

At the mention of sealing the casket, a wave of heartache washed over Celeste.

Four pallbearers stood at each corner of the casket, hammer and nail at the ready, prepared to seal it at any moment.

The mourners stood in thirty neat rows, bowing in unison toward the portrait of the deceased.

The funeral director hosted the funeral.

Just as the nail was about to descend, Celeste suddenly pushed past her husband and flung herself onto the casket, sobbing, "No, don’t! Don’t nail it!"

Tears welled up in Alger’s eyes, and he covered his face, unable to hold back his sobs.

Clutching the casket, Celeste tearfully asked the hundreds of mourners,

"Is there a chance—just a chance—that we got it wrong? That Crystal isn’t really dead?

There have been many cases like this, haven’t there? Everyone thinks the patient is dead, but they’re actually still alive, still breathing.

Can we check Crystal again?"

"Celeste." Louisa held back her tears. She wanted to pull Celeste aside, but seeing her cry so desperately, she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

"I can feel that Crystal isn’t dead. She doesn’t want to be suffocated inside there. She’s begging me for help!"

Hope filled Celeste’s words as she pleaded with those around her.

"Let’s open the casket and check again.

Maybe a miracle will happen!"

Her darling daughter had already given them a sign by "making it snow." She must have the ability to open her eyes again.

"Madam, let the deceased rest in peace," the funeral director advised. "Opening the casket again would be disrespectful."

"No! She’s not dead. How can she be considered deceased? Please believe me. She’s really still alive.

Let’s just open it and see."

As she spoke, a thought struck Celeste, and she turned to look for a slender figure behind her.

Upon seeing Rosemary, she exclaimed excitedly, "Rose, out of everyone here, I trust you the most. Can you help me see if Crystal is still alive?

We’ll open the casket, and you just have to take a look, okay?"

Filled with compassion, Rosemary was about to respond when—

"I beg you." Celeste was about to kneel.

If it weren’t for Rosemary catching her in time, her knees would have hit the ground.

"Please help me see if Crystal is still alive. I have this strong intuition that she can be saved. Really!"

Celeste held Rosemary’s hand as she pleaded through her tears.

"Good girl, help me take a look."

Rosemary glanced at Alger. His eyes were filled with a glimmer of hope, as if he, like Celeste, also wished for their daughter to be alive.

Relatives of the Temple family sobbed quietly, not attempting to intervene.

All the guests were silent, lowering their heads.

The funeral director turned his face away, his eyes slightly moist.

Romeo looked at the girl’s profile, seemingly predicting her decision.

"Alright."

Upon hearing Rosemary’s response, Celeste immediately ordered, "Open the casket."

Her voice was filled with anticipation, as if she were confident that her daughter would awaken.

The casket lid was opened, revealing Crystal dressed in her finest attire, her face peaceful. As Rosemary’s hand brushed against Crystal’s wrist, she felt how soft her skin had become.

This phenomenon was known as postmortem lividity.

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