Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

Chapter 5

The rain cooled the weather overnight, signaling the arrival of autumn.

There was no telling if it was because Barron Foster left unsettled or if even the heavens were crying for him and his granddaughter. It rained all night heavily, and Natalie stayed with two servants at the mourning hall to accompany Barron until morning.

“Cheer up. Natalie, don’t be too sad. Maybe it’s a kind of liberation for Mr. Foster, too,” said Juana Landor, who came to pay respects with Sherri early in the morning.

“Natalie, don’t be sad. Mr. Foster wouldn’t be at peace seeing you like this. He doesn’t like to see you cry. Dear, you still have me. Seeing Natalie getting thinner overnight, Sherri felt her heart ache and hugged Natalie to comfort her.

After hugging for a moment, Natalie pushed away Sherri and politely bowed to Juana Landor, who felt sorry for seeing such a scene. Her daughter and Natalie had formed a good relationship since they were young. They often hid in Sherri’s room and played. Juana also liked Natalie very much. When Natalie grew up and became a graceful young lady, Juana wanted to matchmake her son with her, but she could tell that Natalie only saw her son as an older brother.

After giving condolences, Juana left, and Sherri requested to stay with Natalie. Juana did not object.

“You rebellious girl, what on earth do you want? Your grandfather passed away last night, and you didn’t even notify me. I think you have bad intentions, just like your mother. Let me tell you…” The person who came in was Natalie’s father, Harry Foster, who started scolding Natalie as soon as he walked in.

“If you’re here to piss off Grandpa, please lift your noble feet, and the door is over there.” Natalie glared fiercely at Harry Foster, full of hatred and devoid of father–daughter love.

She gave him a cold and fierce look, full of murderous intent, and even Harry was startled. This was the second time Natalie looked at him with this kind of expression. The first time was the day his ex–wife jumped off the building.

People who came to pay their respects in the mourning hall were whispering to each other. Those in the circle knew about the situation of the Foster family. Some felt sorry for Natalie, while others were just there to watch. After all, nobody could genuinely empathize with someone else.

Sherri didn’t want her best friend to cause a scene with Harry in front of Mr. Barron Foster’s mourning hall. In the end, it was her best friend who was hurt. She took a step forward and said, “Mr. Foster, you’ve been here for a while. Shouldn’t you present flowers and say goodbye to Mr. Barron Foster? Everyone around is watching!”

Sherri didn’t speak loudly. She instead leaned in close to Harry, speaking in a tone that seemed like only the two of them. could hear. However, the mourning hall was not noisy at this time, so their conversation could be heard by those who were within proximity.

Due to the Landor family’s influence and the current situation, Harry didn’t want to make a big scene and decided not to argue further.

Theo Wilson was the last to arrive. After looking around, he didn’t see his worthless grandson. He walked with agile steps to the mourning hall to pay respects.

today, move to Adare Manor so that Barron can rest assured,” suggested Theo

thank you, Mr. Wilson.” Natalie didn’t wholly refuse, only hoping to talk

still gloomy, with thick, low, and murky clouds covering the sky. The gentle breeze stung like

for Natalie and stood quietly in the drizzle.

I want to have a private conversation with Grandpa.” A weak yet determined voice broke the silent air.

for you at the foot of the mountain.” Sherri did

knowing she didn’t want to leave her grandpa and wanted to say goodbye to him one last

rain isn’t heavy anyway. Don’t worry. Grandpa is here with me. He won’t

me.”

said, “Okay, don’t stay

stared at her grandfather’s tombstone without blinking. The inscription did not have her father Harry’s name, but instead

Tears flowed down her face as she descended the mountain.

an umbrella or raincoat. She just let the rain soak her hair and dampen her cheeks.

wiping it with her slender hands. “Grandpa, it’s just you and me now. Let’s chat for a bit. I have to criticize you today, Grandpa. You’re terrible at picking the day. Today’s weather is awful. I wanted to send you off on a good day, but because you are a believer, I had to spend a fortune to find a fortune–teller for you. Look at you, always causing trouble. If we

dark sky, and held back her tears. “Grandpa, I miss you so much already. I don’t want to go back home without you. That house holds so many childhood memories that I can’t distinguish between reality and dreams. Today, Mr. Wilson suggested I move into the house of the grandson–in–law you chose, but I’m not used to living with a stranger.

the rain stopped. Maybe it was because Barron Foster cared about his

she arrived at the foot of the mountain, Sherri’s car was still parked there. Natalie opened the door and sat in the passenger seat as if it

residence, the servant hurriedly came out and said,

Did he say something? Grandpa didn’t tell

and take a look, just in case it’s something Mr. Foster arranged. Sherri Landor speculated that nobody else would come to find Natalie at this time, certainly not a lawyer.

Natalie like his own life, so there was no way he wouldn’t leave

wore a black suit and glasses, exuding an air of refinement and intelligence.

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am the lawyer entrusted by Mr. Barron Foster, my name is Abbot Wright, and I am here today to fulfill Barron’s last

for coming, and she had guessed it before

a seat. What did my grandfather instruct before he passed away?” asked Natalie. Sherri also sat