CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

Soon, the invites were sent out, and Shane also instructed his subordinates to make arrangements with the cemetery. The only thing left to do was to wait for the funeral itself.

Natalie decided to hold the funeral two days later.

During these two days, besides choosing a casket for Yulia, there were also other arrangements to take care of. Hence, everything was rather rushed.

Stanley and Joyce, who were overseas, received the invites sent out by Jared. They did not believe it at first, thinking it was some kind of prank, so they called to ask him directly, only to find out that Yulia had really passed away.

It took them quite some time to recover from their shock. Then, they started packing their things and rushed back to the country to attend the funeral.

During the funeral, Natalie broke down in tears again and later fainted from excessive crying.

By the time she woke up, the funeral was already over.

Shane brought a cup of honey water to her as she lay weakly in bed. “Here. Drink some.”

Natalie shook her head with a forlorn expression.

Shane did not insist either, placing the cup on the bedside. “Alright. You can drink it later then.”

Natalie hummed in acknowledgement.

Shane stood by the bed and trained his eyes on her. “I know you're sad, but your mom is gone, and her funeral's over, so it's time for you to get back on your feet. You can't go on like this. You still have me, Jared, and the two kids.”

He wanted her to know that she wasn't alone.

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