“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.

her in his arms.

know whether to laugh or

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

now. Let's go to our

in the morning, she had the chance to stash the gift

the room,

swung open, he walked in but didn't notice anything out of

looked the same with no apparent

gathering, and she had decorated the room and prepared something for

However, there was nothing.

the gift?” Shane turned and looked at Natalie questioningly, his eyes

the closet.”

long strides, a trace of displeasure evident in

the closet open, and what

mannequins dressed in a sleek black

full train behind, and the bodice was encrusted with a delicate sprinkling of tiny rhinestones, creating an illusion of a sheer galaxy. Anyone who laid

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