Focus on Revenge A Photographer’s Killer Shot novel Chapter 97

“You didn’t know to say when something so big happened!” Cassius walked over to Isolde and frowned, “It’s thanks to me being well–informed, otherwise Mr. Alexander would have scolded me to death if I missed your mother’s funeral today!”

Isolde stared at Alexander and Helen in a daze, her nose flaring.

Alexander and Helen walked up to her, both of them looking grave.

“Really treating your teacher like an outsider.” Alexander looked at her, his tone carrying a hint of reproach,

“Isolde, you are indeed a disappointment to your teacher.”

Isolde pursed her lips and held back the tears that welled up in her eyes, “I’m sorry, teacher, I ……”

“Alright, alright!” Helen went forward and hugged Isolde, “Silly child, your teacher is scaring you, he has been chanting about you every day for the past five years, you are his favorite student, to see that you are having such a hard time nowadays, he is heartbroken and talking about gas!”

Isolde was hugged by Helen, feeling the motherly and gentle embrace, the pent up emotions over the past few days instantly exploded.

“Aunt Helen, my mom is gone……”

Helen gently stroked her back and followed her red eyes, “Don’t be afraid child, you still have us ah, we don’t

have children, as long as you are willing, we will be your parents in the future.”

Isolde buried her face into Helen’s shoulder and cried out in pain.

Alexander and Cassius stood aside and watched this scene, both of them were frowning with a grave expression.

Because of the arrival of Mr. and Mrs. Alexander and Cassius, this funeral service was finally not so silent.

After going to the cemetery for the burial ceremony, Isolde also has to go up to Mingyuan Mountain to perform a puja for her mother.

Before her mother died, she said that Mount Mingyuan was very spiritual, so she made a note of it.

Everyone accompanied her up the mountain and watched her kneel before the gods and prostrate with

devotion.

In fact, they all knew that the so–called puja was never about the deceased, but in the world’s obsession with

the deceased.

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When the abbot was chanting, a white butterfly flew in from outside the temple and landed on Isolde’s hands, which were piously placed in front of her.

Isolde seemed to notice something and slowly opened her eyes.

The white butterfly stopped at her fingertips for only a few seconds, and as her tears fell, it waved its wings

and flew away.

However, on the sixth day of the first lunar month, the snow in the city had not yet cleared, and the white butterfly came from nowhere and flew around Isolde a few times before flying away again.

Isolde got up to chase after them, and the words of her mother rang in her ears–

[Isolde, don’t cry, don’t be sad, and don’t stubbornly search for me ……]

Isolde stopped and watched the white butterfly slowly fly away.

She raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face.

Behind her, the Abbot closed the scripture.

This farewell is finally the end.

Alexander and Helen had official business to attend to, and they couldn’t stay in New York for too long.

On the third day, the couple returned to Star City.

The last porcelain statue of Buddha had proved Isolde’s ability, and the State … Bureau of Antiquities formally

sent Isolde a letter of invitation.

Next, there are a few artifacts that were just unearthed at the end of the year that need to be restored, Cassius will stay in New York, buttressing and assisting Isolde’s subsequent work.

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