Chapter 765

He glanced up, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Thanks," he said softly.

She'd only picked up the flowers on her way over-never imagined they'd actually be the comfort he needed right now.

Clara stood up, eager to shift the mood. "I'll go find a vase."

Dylan stayed put, watching her as she wandered into the foyer, stopping a housekeeper to ask for help.

He kept his eyes on the bouquet, brushing his fingers over the petals, lost in thought.

Clara quickly found a vase, trimmed the stems, added water, and set the flowers inside.

She barely had a chance to step back before someone from the old estate showed up at Palm Bay, insisting Dylan head to the temple to handle the funeral arrangements.

Dylan's face fell, his eyes turning stormy.

Clara felt a knot twist in her stomach. The old man was only doing this to make things harder for Dylan, wasn't he?

People in their circle were already whispering that Dylan's bad luck started when he met Clara-the so-called jinx who brought nothing but misfortune to the Ferguson family.

the old lady, the whole

told me all she wanted was for you to

remembering his legs and quickly asked, "Do

paused, then

seatbelt. "We'll be back early.

leaned back and

more than two hours to drive to the

the grounds, but somehow the main altar and the statues

a quiet "Amitabha," then handed over a

blaze had been so fierce that, aside

almost everything had

What

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sealed in the

nudged Dylan to take it,

to chant, his voice slow and heavy. "This

brothers. She was

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