Chapter 108 (1/2)

Translator: apinklover Editor: HH

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And as if my guess was correct, Jennette’s tearful voice was shaking uncontrollably.

“I explained to you multiple times from the very day I heard Mrs. Rosaria was in critical condition till this morning. Insisting like this won’t help you.”

“But…”

“Look at you. How are you going to follow anybody around when you can’t even control your basic emotions?”

“But she’s my aunt, she’s family…”

“Sure, she is. But when you come face to face with her coffin, aren’t you going to cry even harder?

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At that moment, I silently inhaled.

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What? Mrs. Rosaria’s dead? Jennette’s aunt?

I was shocked to hear such unimaginable news. Wasn’t she supposed to be working hard backing Janette up to become the heir presumptive?

[TL notes: heir presumptive – First in hierarchy for the succession of a throne, but can be replaced by someone else.]

How could she die so all of a sudden when she had been as healthy as she could’ve been before taking Athanasia out in the book?

It feels like yesterday that Janette got all hyped up to see Count Rosaria coming over to the Islands! What happened?

“Only the two of us will attend the funeral. So Jennette, stay inside the room and get yourself together.”

Roger told her with a stern voice. Both his look and tone showed a strong will to not take her, no matter what happened.

I watched in silence as Jennette’s tears rolled down her chin drop by drop.

Eventually, Jennette, having failed to get her point across, sobbed and left.

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“Father, I’ll go see her for a moment.”

“Sure.”

After Ezekiel followed Jennette’s steps back into the house, Roger’s deep sigh echoed inside my ear.

“I’ll try my best comforting her. Go alone, dad.”

“How did it all come down to this…?”

I stood up on the tree, leaving Roger suspirating and his consoling wife behind.

I could now teleport to Jennette’s room now that I know where it is. I saw her close the curtains to her room with her tearful look.

Knock knock.

“Jennette?”

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Now I was inside the mansion, hidden in a corner on the 2nd floor corridor watching Ezekiel knock on the door to Jennette’s room.

Choke. But why am I sitting behind this flower pot looking like a loser? I’ve got my invisibility on too.

Eh, I get that watching people in secrecy is sort of a bad habit…

But I didn’t even try to move away from that spot as I was thinking of it.

“JennetteI need to leave for the Rosarias soon.”

Not getting any response behind the door, Ezekiel started to talk to the closed door by himself.

I sat behind the flower pot, listening to what he had to say.

“Tell me what you heard before. I’ll make sure to tell them.”

Eh? Heard before?

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“Jennette…?”

Ezekiel’s low, soft voice called her name again.

A heavy silence filled the space for quite some time. Ezekiel just kept facing the door without a hint of what he’s thinking.

A moment later, click opened the door.

Between the door was Jennette, crying. Similar to when I saw her at her window, she had her veil off and her face was flooded with tears.

Jennette simply cried looking at Ezekiel just outside the door. Perhaps she had realized that trying to talk to Roger was going to be in vain.

“Jennette.”

After looking at her for a moment, he slowly raised his hand.

“It’s alright.”

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His arm wrapped around Jennette’s exhausted shoulder. I watched in silence as Ezekiel hugged Jennette.

“It’s okay to cry.”

Sob, sob…

“There’s nothing wrong about being sad over a loved one pass away.”

Ezekiel’s low whisper and Jennette’s shallow sob traversed the room like a wave in a calm sea and into my ears.

“And you not being able to do anything deepens the sorrow…”

“Sob…”

A mental picture of the two in a greenhouse with a sea of white roses flew past my mind.

It was when Ezekiel was to leave for Arlanta and Jennette didn’t want him to leave her. He comforted her, patting her on the shoulder with his rather clumsy hands.