Chapter 17
Alan’s funeral took place on a gloomy rainy day.
I didn’t dare to approach. I just stood far away and watched him.
Antoine originally disagreed with me coming, but I forced him to agree by threatening to die.
He asked Bryson to accompany me, and Bryson held an umbrella for me. He was almost soaked in
the rain.
I didn’t see Bryson often, but I was extremely impressed by him.
He didn’t talk much and had a clean temperament, unlike the group of people like Zion who had a
strong martial arts atmosphere.
“Antoine did indeed do a lot of bad things, but Mr. Watts‘ car accident was indeed an accident.”
“You were Antoine’s follower, so of course you spoke for him.”
“You may not believe me, but you should always believe the police.”
The police investigation revealed that another driver was speeding under the influence that night,
while Alan was driving fatigued. By the time he realized and attempted to turn the steering wheel, it
was already too late.
Alan’s secretary said that Alan had been in a bad mood recently, which led to severe insomnia. He
had been working day and night without rest.
Before the incident, he had not rested for three days and three nights.
Feeling down.
Severe insomnia.
Was I the cause of my great sorrow in my heart?
The feeling of suffocation was almost devouring me, and I couldn’t continue to stay any longer lust
as I was about to leave, I was called out by someone.
“Ms. Oneal.”
She was Myla Watts, Alan’s sister.
“Can you wait a moment? I have something to give you because I didn’t expect you to come today, so I asked my assistant to go back and get it just now.”
The assistant brought a picture album, with dozens of portraits, all of them mine.
Myla wiped her tears with a handkerchief and said, “I found this picture book in my brother’s study.
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I thought he would be very happy if I could give it to you.”
Inever knew that Alan was so good at drawing.
The me who laughed, the me who cried, the me who was quiet, each expression was lifelike.
The last one depicted him carrying me on his back as we descended the mountain, showing the
silhouette of the two of us.
In the bottom right corner, it was written with a pen stroke by stroke, “Noemi, from now on, smile
more every day.”
He once said, “I look the best when I smile.”
Actually, he looked even better when he smiled.
He looked good even when he didn’t smile, with a high and straight nose bridge, a clear jawline, and a pair of eyes that were always bright and shiny. The corners of his lips were always slightly
upturned.
He appeared to be indifferent, but in fact, he was very responsible.
He always loved to joke around, actually just wanted to make me laugh.
However, in the days that followed, there was only me, and how could I possibly laugh?
