“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.

in his arms.

know whether to laugh

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

now. Let's go to our bedroom.” Natalie pulled him

morning, she had the chance to stash

her into the room,

walked in but didn't notice anything out

looked the same

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

However, there was nothing.

his eyes flashing with annoyance at the absence of the

closet.”

closet with long strides, a trace of displeasure evident in

closet

two mannequins dressed in a sleek

was fashioned with a full train behind, and the bodice was encrusted with a delicate sprinkling of tiny rhinestones,

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