His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 817

On the day of Lily's funeral, the sky, after days of sullen grey, opened up into a vast expanse of blue.

In the solemn stillness of the cemetery, before Lily's gravestone stood Jareth, his usually brilliant eyes now dimmed, as he tenderly laid a bouquet of pure daisies on her resting place.

Beside the stone lay a broken angel pendant, a testament to memories past.

One by one, the Abernathys, Cassius and Chasel, Arnold and Camille, Jason and Nydia, Aaron, and Elvis, along with Dean, stepped forward to offer flowers and their condolences.

The women were silently shedding tears, while the men, though steeped in sorrow, were trying to restrain their emotions, comforting their partners.

Only Aaron, a detective seasoned by life's many dramas, had red-rimmed eyes from the moment he arrived, his gaze shimmering with unshed tears.

He had only met Lily a few times, but each encounter left a deep impression, especially their last at the amusement park.

Before, he had thought her to be aloof and reserved, but that day, he discovered she was also playful and full of laughter.

Aaron's mind replayed the scene where Lily, dressed in a pink bunny costume, had rested on his shoulder, jokingly demanding photos.

longer hold back. He bowed his head deeply, his fingertips trembled

to

now, there would

peace, Lily,"

photograph atop the grave, where Lily's face smiled back, radiant and serene. His heart felt shattered, scattered by the breeze that whispered through

the next life, I hope to meet you again. Next time it'll be my

read with elegant

but upon joining the Fairhavens, she had adopted their name and become one of their own. It was Jareth's father who had named her after the flowers that

by destiny, their

footsteps broke the silence, and

"Marilla?"

yards away, Marilla sat in a wheelchair, draped in a cozy woolen blanket, wearing a blue and white hospital gown that accentuated her pale appearance. Murray stood by

eyes, dim until now, brightened

rushed over, worry clear in his expression, and knelt before her, grasping her frail hand tightly as if

their concern evident. Noticing Marilla's improved condition,

assured, I brought Ms. Marilla with the full knowledge and consent of Mr. Frederic. And not just me, we have bodyguards, servants, and doctors outside the cemetery, ready to attend to any