It was barely 6:00 am at Stonywood Village, and the villagers had already gathered at Adam's house.

The funeral team was busy conducting rituals and ceremonies in the courtyard to comfort the departed soul.

Outside, five luxury cars were parked, including a Rolls-Royce.

Hubert and Helena were offering flowers and burning candles for Maria.

Helena even knelt in front of the coffin.

"Maria, I heard that my wife caused some unpleasantness yesterday. Don't take it to heart. When I see her, I'll teach her a good lesson!"

Hubert's eyes were full of guilt. Yesterday, Harrison told him about Rooney's little commotion, and it made his blood boil.

"Let bygones be bygones. I just want to lay my mother to rest!" Adam, who had not slept all night, said in a hoarse voice.

Rooney's decision was hers alone, and Hubert was not Rooney. Although they were still nominally husband and wife, Hubert had long since turned over a new leaf.

Adam had also noticed Helena's and Kai's changes. He would not let his hatred toward Rooney affect Hubert's family.

"Mr. Zoel, help me draft a divorce agreement! I must divorce that crazy woman!" Hubert said decisively.

"I'm on leave now. Let's talk about official matters after my leave ends!" Adam sighed.

she remains obstinate, you can still get a divorce

and then looked at his father-in-law. "Everyone makes mistakes sometimes. Haven't we made a lot of mistakes ourselves?" Helena echoed with pursed lips, "Yes, Dad. After Maria's funeral, let's have a

currently unmarried but pregnant, and this trip back home was

personally escort her into the

a moment, Hubert agreed,

as he finished speaking, Rooney's shouts could be

you little bastard, come

Nash, get the hell

Hubert's expression darkened instantly.

the villagers dared not

crazy woman

Haven't you seen that the car behind

county chief!"

was heavily made She was dressed in

as she

bin her hand.

were recorded and now playing on a

you little bastard, come

and Nash, get

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