Chapter 698
“That’s right, causing a scene at a funeral brings bad luck.”
Those voices pierced little Aurora’s ears, each word sharp and unbearable.
But back then, she didn’t care about anything else.
She was terrified and just wanted her dad to wake up.
Through tears, she cried out, “Daddy, wake up! Look at me, it’s Rora!”
“Daddy, I’m scared… These people are so loud. Please wake up…”
But no matter how much she sobbed, no one responded.
Eventually, someone shut the lid of the coffin with cold finality.
Grace held Tessa’s hand the entire time, quietly watching without the slightest emotion.
And yet, the people around didn’t question it.
They only whispered that she must’ve been too overwhelmed with grief to cry.
Back then, Aurora hadn’t understood what that meant.
But now, watching it unfold again, she finally did.
Grace hadn’t been too heartbroken to cry–she simply hadn’t cared.
She had never truly loved William.
That was why, all these years, she had shown no concern for either of them.
To her, Aurora and William might as well have been strangers.
And sometimes, Aurora truly couldn’t understand–if that was the case, then who was Tessa to her?
Why did Grace care so much about her?
With such obvious favoritism, and remembering how William had always kept a certain distance from Tessa, Aurora couldn’t help but wonder:
Were she and Tessa really born to the same parents?
Maybe that was why Tessa had always resented her–maybe there was a reason.
Maybe Tessa had known the truth all along.
Maybe their inability to get along wasn’t just personality differences, but something deeper.
Still, even with all these suspicions, Aurora couldn’t fully make sense of it.
They were only a few years apart in age, so how did Tessa seem to know so much more?
When their father died, Tessa hadn’t even met that so–called “Mr. Lee” yet, had she?
That was exactly why Aurora felt so confused.
If that were the case, then where had Tessa learned all of it?
Aurora’s mind began spiraling with new questions, her curiosity drawn toward the events that came before.
On the screen, Grace remained indifferent, silently watching everything unfold.
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It wasn’t until the situation began to get out of hand that she finally, reluctantly, opened her mouth.
Alright, Aurora, what are you doing?” she said, her tone still cold
“Your father’s gone. Crying like this won’t change anything.”
Little Aurora turned toward her mother, heart shattering.
In this entire world, it felt like only her father had ever truly loved her.
Her mother didn’t love her.
She only loved her sister.
With so many people watching, Aurora’s grief and humiliation grew heavier by the second.
Then came Grace’s words, and they broke something inside her.
It felt like the sky had collapsed.
So, without thinking, little Aurora pointed straight at Grace and cried out, “It’s all your fault! Give me back my dad!”
Gasps rippled through the entire hall.
No one had expected Grace’s younger daughter to scream something so outrageous.
Everyone turned, waiting to see how she would react.
After all, the whole room was watching.
If Grace really lost her temper, someone would surely record it and post it online.
Everyone knew how things worked in these elite circles–no one came out clean.
One way or another, every powerful family had blood on their hands.
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