“Got it.” Silas tucked the files under his arm and asked after suddenly remembering something, “Mr. Shane, the Thompson residence is now unoccupied. Should we send someone to maintain it?”

“No. After Sam's funeral is done, box up all the possessions and seal the residence. We'll hold our annual ancestral prayers there,” Shane replied lightly.

Silas made a sound of agreement and left.

Natalie pinched Shane on his shoulder to get his attention. “Is there going to be a funeral for Sam?”

His body had been transported to a funeral parlor.

Come what may, Sam was still a Thompson. Thus, Shane claimed his body and didn't donate it to a science institution.

Sam was not the same as Susan. He was a blood relation of Shane.

Just like Harrison, no matter how much Natalie hated him, she still gave him a proper burial.

“No, everyone knows what he did to my parents. If I gave him a funeral, I would be a laughingstock. Just a burial is fine.”

“Fair point.” She nodded.

enveloped her in his arms.

didn't know whether

been on his mind since yesterday as if he was afraid that she would forget

ready now. Let's go

the morning, she had the chance to stash

her into the

in but didn't notice anything

the same with no apparent

she had decorated

However, there was nothing.

questioningly, his

closet.” She

closet with long strides, a

doors to the closet open, and

mannequins dressed in a sleek black

behind, and the bodice was encrusted with a delicate sprinkling of tiny

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