My Sleeping Beauty Husband by Lyanna Nichols

Chapter 193 Farewell

Cynthia hadn’t eaten for two days, so she didn’t have much strength at all. The bowl straight fell to the ground and was broken into pieces, and the porridge spilled all over the floor.

Seeing the mess on the floor, Alston paused. He looked helplessly at Cynthia who was fuming on the bed, and said, “The porridge has spilled. I will send someone to clean it up later, and bring you another bowl of porridge. If you don’t like it, you can continue to throw it away. There are too many bowls and a whole pot of porridge cooked by Mrs. Lewis for you to throw. If the bowls are not enough, I will send someone to buy.

more.”

Cynthia frowned and her face was flushed with anger. Alston was so irritating that Cynthia could not say a

word.

When Alston walked to the door, he suddenly stopped, turned his head, and looked at Cynthia with deep eyes, “This afternoon, mom’s body will be cremated. You should eat something, and then you will have the strength

to bid farewell to mom.”

Then Alston left.

Cynthia lowered her head and sat on the bed blankly, tears streaming down her face.

For the past two days, Cynthia had been paralyzing herself. She always felt that her mother was still waiting for her in the hospital. Cynthia believed her mother was not dead yet and as long as she went to the ward, she could see her mother sitting on the bed, looking at her with a gentle smile, and calling her name.

But Alston said that her mother would be cremated in the afternoon. Then, there would be no such person as

Lynn Green in this world anymore.

Cynthia stopped sobbing and wiped away her tears. Mrs. Lewis brought a new bowl of porridge, and Joyce

cleaned up the debris on the ground.

Alston really didn’t come back as he said.

This time, Cynthia didn’t throw the bowl anymore. She took the porridge and ate it in small sips. It was very considerate that the porridge was not very hot, but it was warm enough to drink.

After finishing the porridge, Cynthia took a nap to recover her energy. Joyce entered the room with a black skirt. Cynthia glanced at it, and said to Joyce, “Please help me find my purple long-sleeved skirt.”

Lynn said Cynthia looked beautiful in that purple skirt, and she liked to see Cynthia wear it.

and went to the cloakroom. After a few minutes, Joyce found the skirt. Cynthia changed her clothes and put on light makeup. When Cynthia

car.

coming out, Alston extinguished the cigarette in his

door for her.

even look at him, as if Alston didn’t exist, and she got into the car from the

head wryly, said

Get Bonus

was only an arm’s distance between Cynthia and Alston, but it seemed like a thousand miles. No one said a word along the

rearview mirror, and sighed. The world was tricky. Greg didn’t expect such loving

including Cynthia, Alston, Helen, Dylan, Alice, and

been running around for a long time. He pinned away and paled. His handsome face

took Lorenz’s hand and comforted him silently. Lorenz was sad, and he said

from the marriage, the Green family had looked for her for more than 20 years in vain. Although they were very

Lynn was dead. Lorenz saw his aunt’s body in person. Lorenz knew that there was no such person as Lynn Green in the

no aunt who would gently call his name and make delicious

tears fell from her face. She couldn’t control it, and all the strength she had held onto along

little girl in his arms. He choked up, “Alston brought Alex here, and I also found a suitable donator from the Coast City. We have already found two people who met

special techniques, her face was lifelike. With makeup on, her beauty was reproduced. She had blush

dare to look at her mother. She didn’t dare to look at her mother who was not breathing. She kept trying to make her mother alive in her mind so that she could

mother was still alive.

fists tightly, looked at painful Cynthia, and a line of tears rolled down his

room was filled

this moment, there was a sudden commotion outside the

me in. I am Beck, Lynn’s husband. Cynthia is my daughter. Please let me

Beck!

eyes of the people in the room turned cold.

How

the door, and they stopped

didn’t know whether to let Beck in, so

looked at Cynthia, “Mrs. Smith, do you want

eyes were cold, and she said with hatred, “Let

like to

message, the bodyguards released Beck, opened

his black suit, snorted coldly at the