The help felt a chill traveling down her spine as Cindy stared at her. She immediately caved in. âIâm
sorry, Mrs. Southall. I couldâve seen it wrongly. You should head in and see for yourself.â
With that, she hurried away.
As Henrick had released news about Shandieâs death, many guests had arrived to pay their last
respects to her in the backyard, where her coffin was placed. Everyone working in the residence was
busy serving the guests and had no time to talk to Cindy
Cindy stared at the helpâs back in a sinister manner and memorized her features before entering the
mansion.
There was a mournful air about the mansion.
Cindy sighed. Weâve been married for years, and I used to love him. Though Iâm glad
heâs dead, I still feel bad about it. Life is
short, so I must live for myself! Hmm, whereâs the coffin, though? Is his body still at the hospital mortuar
y?
Confused, Cindy stopped a maid that was
heading out. âWhere is the coffin?â she demanded.
The maid was none other than Larrisa.
She blinked guiltily at the sight of Cindy. Calming down, she answered politely, âItâs in the backyard.â
Larissaâs answer only served to heighten Cindyâs confusion.
After all, according to the local customs, an elderly personâs coffin should be placed in the hall. Only the
younger generationâs coffin would be placed outside.
Henrickâs the oldest in the family, so his coffin should be in the hall. Why is it in the backyard?
Cindy shrugged off that thought. She wasnât at home, so it was perfectly normal for Arielle, Shandie,
and the help to not understand the local customs. The young people mustâve thought
it was inappropriate for the coffin to be placed in the hall and moved it to the backyard instead. Clearly,
the family canât make do without me!
Her eyes were twinkling with mirth as she
made her way to the backyard.
On the way there, she glanced at her attire. After a brief hesitation, she decided not to change.
No one knew about the funeral, so she didnât have to put up an act.
In fact, she had no intention of putting on mourning clothes for Henrick.
She headed for the backyard and bumped into Louisa
Louisa suffered from rheumatoid arthritis. Her legs would hurt when the weather got bad, and sheâd
have to walk slowly. As it was a rainy day today, she soon fell behind Cindy.
Cindy was no longer afraid of Louisa when their eyes met.
Louisa canât complain to Henrick now. Heâs dead, and thereâs no
way heâll come back to punish me. I even went out to celebrate Maureenâs death with a drink back then.
way Iâm afraid now that Henrickâs dead!
Nevertheless, Cindy was sensible enough to put up an act so that Louisa wouldnât interfere with the
inheritance.
Louisa might be a nun, but no one would refuse money.
The smugness in Cindyâs gaze faded away as she greeted Louisa. âLouisa, you shouldâve informed me
earlier. How can I accept this? My life is in tatters!â
Calmly, Louisa uttered, âI told you to do charity work, but you refused to listen to me. After the funeral,
be benevolent and do good deeds