My Sleeping Beauty Husband by Lyanna Nichols Chapter 168 The Funeral Alston and the others waited at the door, listening to the messy sound inside. Then, they heard a womanâs footsteps. and saw Rosalia rushing over.
She stopped when she saw them, panting, âAlston, Cynthia... how is she?â
Alston helped her to sit on the bench and said in a low voice, âNot good, Iâm afraid. When she was found, she overdosed, and her body was completely damaged. The doctors saved her and said she might die suddenly anytime. And her drug addiction just kicked in again...â
Before he finished speaking, Rosalia knew that Stella might not be able to make it through this time. A trace of worry flashed in her eyes. She lowered her head and said nothing, but Cynthia could tell from her tightly clasped hands that she was very nervous and worried.
After all, Stella was her sister. Although they had not been in touch for so many years, all their grudges didnât seem important anymore since Stella was dying.
Everyone waited anxiously. After a while, the door opened, and the doctor came out. Everyone immediately rushed over.
âDoctor, how is she? Is she okay?â Rosalia looked worried.
The doctor took off his mask and shook his head, âSay goodbye to her.â
Rosalia suddenly collapsed to the ground. Alston immediately stepped forward to support her. âAuntie, calm down.â
Rosalia felt she was slammed in the head by the doctorâs words and couldnât calm down for a long time. How could it be possible? How could Stella die? How could such an arrogant and overbearing woman die so easily?
Her eyes were red, and she stumbled towards the ward. Alston, Cynthia, and the others followed with the children in their arms.
Rosalia looked at Stella, who was lying weak on the bed, and was stunned, âHow did you become like this!â
âRosalia!â Stella looked at her with a smile and called out softly.
Rosaliaâs tears fell instantly. They had a very good relationship when they were young. Stella was a few years older than her and had always taken care of her, but she didnât know when their relationship started to change.
Stella was jealous that Rosalia was goodâlooking and smart. All her family liked her, and she couldâve married Bryan. Stella was secretly jealous of everything about her younger sister, and their worsened relationship finally led to the current situation.
Stella stretched out towards her, and Rosalia slowly walked over and held her hand. One hand was fair and tender as a young girl, and the other was as dry and sallow as an old woman.
Stella looked down and sighed after a long time. âIâm so old, but you are still beautiful and young.â
There was no jealousy on her face, and she was very calm. âI have been jealous of you for many years, and I shamelessly stole your marriage. Rosalia, Iâm sorry!â
The tears on Rosaliaâs face kept rolling down. She shook her head and sobbed. âItâs all over.â
Stella stretched out her hand cautiously and wiped away the tears on Rosaliaâs face. âNo, itâs not. I stole your marriage, and it was my fault. Rosalia, I still want to say sorry to you. Everything I have right now is my retribution, and I have to bear the blame.â
Rosalia couldnât stop crying. Her eyes were red with tears, and she couldnât say anything.
âRosalia, you still like to cry a lot. Now that you are in charge of the Brooks family, I thought you were much stronger than when you were a child!â
Stella smiled and patted her hand. The two seem to have returned to the time when they were young and loved each other. At that time, Rosalia was very timid and liked to cry after being bullied. Stella always stood in front of her to protect and comfort her.
As time passed by, Stellaâs life was about to reach its end. She glanced at Rosalia reluctantly. Behind her stood Alston and Cynthia, who were holding the children.
She looked over one by one and finally fixed her gaze on two babies looking at her curiously. They didnât know that she was about to leave this world. Their eyes were clear and beautiful, they looked at her innocently, and Keller was still giggling at her.
Stella was unwilling to die. She hadnât seen enough of the lovely babies, but she didnât have a chance to see them grow up.
In this life, she wasnât a good daughter, a good sister, a good wife, a good mother, or a kind motherâinâlaw.
In this life, she seemed to have done nothing well. If there were an afterlife, she would apologize to everyone she had been sorry for, no matter what.
Her breathing gradually weakened. Her hand holding Rosaliaâs slid down and hung on the side of the bed.
Stella let out her last breath. âBryan, Iâll finally see you again.â
A tear rolled down from the corner of her eye.
Rosalia shouted in a panic. âStella, wake up! Stella! Sister!â
Then there was a sad cry. Rosalia was known for her elegance and abilities. But now her hair was messy, and she was crying out of breath in front of the bed.
Cynthia felt sad, and tears kept streaming down her face.
Desmond seemed to feel his momâs sadness. He had always been emotionless, but now he tried hard to move his chubby body closer to her and touched her tearâstained face to comfort her.
The sad atmosphere in the ward infected Keller. She pouted, her cheeks bulging while her black eyes filled with tears.
Then, she cried out loudly.
Alston coaxed Keller in a hurry. âHush. Itâs alright, Keller. Donât cry.â
Cynthia glanced at Alston. Although his expression was still indifferent as usual, she could still notice the difference. Alstonâs nose was slightly red, the corners of his eyes were moist, and even his usually steady voice was trembling.
Stella passed away, and Alston was busy these days. There was no funeral and no ceremony. She was directly cremated, and her ashes were buried next to Bryanâs cemetery.
This was Stellaâs request before she died. She had lived a disgraceful life and did not want a funeral.
Clare was caring for his grandson at home leisurely when he received the news of Stellaâs death. He was stunned.
They had never seen each other since the last press conference.
He knew Stella and Alstonâs relationship was broken, but Alston would not ignore her. He thought Stellaâs living quality would not be as good as before, but she would live well anyway.
He never thought that she would die so soon.
He asked someone to take the kid away and walked around the house restlessly. He had harmed and used many people in his life. Stella had always been a pawn in his hand from the beginning, and he could throw her away whenever she became useless.
But for some reason, upon hearing the news of her death, Clare felt a little guilt in his heart.
He used the others, and the others took some benefits from him as well. But Stella was different because all she wanted was his love. She had longed for love since she was a child, and she would be satisfied even with just a hint of it.
Clare took advantage of her desire and tricked her into falling in love with him. He used her and let her do many disgraceful things to deal with Bryan and Alston.
He had had many women. After Ivanâs mother died early, Stella was the only woman who didnât care about his fame, wealth, or money.
He kept pacing in the room and sighed for a long time. Then, he called his assistant. âWhere is Stellaâs cemetery?â
He had caused her such misery, so he had to say goodbye to her.
It was raining on the day of the burial, and the weather was freezing. Cynthia was still weak after giving birth, so Alston went alone and asked her to stay home.
Cynthia had a bad feeling because Alston hadnât come home all day.
After Mrs. Lewis put the children to sleep, she asked someone to prepare a car and went to the cemetery to find Alston.
The rain was still drizzling in the morning, but now it was raining cats and dogs. And the raindrops fell on the umbrella heavily.
When Cynthia arrived at the cemetery entrance, she saw Greg waiting outside. âGreg, is Alston still inside?â
Seeing her coming, Greg looked anxious. âMrs. Smith, why did you come here under such heavy rain? What if you get.
sick!â
âItâs okay; Iâm wearing thick clothes. Iâm not cold at all.â
Cynthia knew she was still weak, so she put on many clothes to ensure the others wouldnât worry about her.
Greg was relieved. âYes, he is still inside. Itâs been a long time, and he hasnât come out. He told us to stay at the door and not go in.â
âIâll go and have a look!â Cynthia entered the cemetery with an umbrella.
She knew the location because Alston once brought her to visit Bryanâs cemetery. When she arrived and saw the scene, she suddenly panicked and ran over quickly.