You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Joyce took a deep breath, held back her anger, and insisted, "I must attend Grandma's funeral. Unless the police come and take me away, otherwise, no one can stop me."

At this point, the rest of the few people attending the funeral all looked over and whispered.

Joyce would never give up on sending Grandma off on her last journey just because of these harsh words and strange looks. For her, this was a matter of utmost importance and she would never give up.

"You! Do I just have to do something to get rid of you?" Jacqueline was so angry that she cursed and was about to raise her hand.

Luther's face turned livid, and he sternly stopped her, "Quiet, where do you think you are! If you have any arguments, we can talk when we are back at home. Don't disturb Grandma's peace. Otherwise, you will not attend the funeral!"

Jacqueline saw Luther's extremely livid face and did not dare to say more. Finally, she put down her hand. She stared fiercely at Joyce, her eyes like fire as if she wanted to burn Joyce through.

When the priest saw that everyone had arrived, he began the funeral. Reading the scriptures and observing a moment of silence.

closed and sunk into the earth for

after all the glory she had enjoyed, now came to

dirt slowly covered the spirit armature and

the suspense that remained

After the funeral.

rest of the people left

the gate of the private cemetery. Luther went first towards the parking lot, with

and Joyce was walking silently with a black umbrella. Unexpectedly, a group of reporters

sudden, Joyce was surrounded by

watched the scene, looked at each other, and smiled smugly. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on

which was called by Shelly just now. Since Joyce dared to show up, she better not be afraid

of the reporters, unable to move. Suddenly she loosened her grip on the umbrella and it was immediately blown away by the wind. The dense raindrops hit her face