Cassandra looked at Martin blankly. She had thought that she would burst into tears, but now she was
so painful that she couldn't even shed a tear. The blood in her heart cooled down like cold ice.
After a long time, Cassandra raised her eyes and broke the silence with a hoarse voice, "Martin, from
now on, you are the only one I have."
'From now on, I only have you.'
In her previous life, Martin had waited for her promise for a lifetime, but he didn't know that he and
Cassandra had spent their lives in the torture of suspicions and persistence.
Martin looked at Cassandra and said, "Cassandra, you are mine. Well, let's stop talking about this.
Let's go back to see grandma first."
Cassandra said in a daze, "okay."
Martin immediately asked Carlos to arrange a car for him. He had a wound in his abdomen and hadn't
recovered yet. It was easy to affect the wound if he moved, but at this time, he would never leave
Cassandra. No matter what Carlos said, he didn't agree.
On their way to the Cassandra family's house, Cassandra kept thinking about those illusory things, but
she couldn't even find any trace of them. She didn't even know if she would forget them after a long
time, and when she remembered them one day, there would be only a blank.
In Cassandra's memory of her previous life, her grandmother had passed away, so she was not sure
about the cause of her grandmother's death this time. Perhaps it was her age, or there was something
else she did not know.
Her memory was out of order. She couldn't even remember when she met her grandmother for the last
time. Perhaps, when she was extremely sad, her memory would have a temporary loss, and even her
nerves would trip for a short time. She couldn't remember anything.
The car soon arrived at the villa of the Yan Clan. The villa was brightly lit, and the car sent by the
funeral parlor had arrived. The staff waited aside temporarily, not going in to touch the old woman's
body.
As soon as the car stopped, Cassandra tensed up in a straight line. She looked up at the dark villa of
the Yan Clan through the black window, with deep sadness in her eyes, but she tried her best to
restrain herself.
She had grown up here. This was her home. She had cried, laughed, made trouble and skipped here,
but she could never go back to this place called home.
Martin held her hand and said, "Here we are, Cassandra. Get off the car."
Cassandra didn't say anything, but got out of the car in silence. At that moment, it seemed that all the
past was like dust dissipated. Although she couldn't like here anymore, she couldn't hate it anymore.
At this time, many people from the Yan Clan, including relatives, came to see the old lady off.
"Dad, the people from the funeral parlor have been waiting outside for a long time, but my sister hasn't
arrived yet. How about we send grandma to the funeral parlor first and let sister go there directly? Don't
delay the right time, okay?" Susan wiped her tears and said in a sobbing tone.
The relatives also followed. According to the rules of the older generation, the dead were the most
important, and they couldn't delay it.
Evan's face turned a little pale. He raised his wrist and looked at the time. "Wait a minute. My mother
liked Cassandra the most when she was alive. I can't let her not see her for the last time."
Jane also wiped her tears and choked with sobs, "Yes, Susan, your father is right. Everything is fine.
Why did she disappear? In the afternoon, my mother said that she would go to the LY Temple to pray
tomorrow. I didn't expect..."
Looking at Jane, Evan wiped his face and said, "Well, there are outsiders here. Don't cry. Go to pack
up. You have to go to the funeral parlor to comfort the spirit later. How can you comfort the spirit in such
clothes?"
Jane was about to change her clothes when Martin held Cassandra's hand and walked in.
Regardless of the identity of Martin, Evan hurriedly said, "Cassandra, you're finally here. Come on, let
me take you upstairs."
Cassandra's face turned pale. She nodded blankly and held Martin's hand more tightly.
Martin looked at Evan and said, "Uncle, you can go ahead with your work. I'll keep Cassandra
company."
Hearing this, Evan was stunned and then saw Martin. After hearing what Martin said, he was stunned
for two seconds and then nodded, "Okay, grandma's room. Cassandra knows where it is."
Martin nodded and then took Cassandra to the second floor, heading straight to the deceased's room.
Outside the deceased's room, there were two servants. As soon as Cassandra and Martin entered the
room, they saw her grandmother lying on the bed, pale and bloodless. Her lips were blue, and she had
lost her breath. Her body was cold.
Cassandra looked at her grandmother stiffly. She was extremely sad and indignant, but she didn't have
any emotion. She just stood motionless in front of the bed, and there was no chance for her to say
those words.
After a while, Cassandra let go of Martin's hand, slowly knelt down and kowtowed on the cold ground
for 3 times, which was the only thing she could do now.
It turned out that a person's life was only a few decades, and the fate between people had never been
so short. The time between people quickly came to an end.
It took a long time for Evan to bring the staff of the funeral parlor inside. Martin stood aside, holding
Cassandra's hand. It was not until the old lady's body was wrapped and taken away, and the car of the
funeral parlor disappeared at the end of the night that she seemed to pull herself out of disappointment
and find the evidence of her own life.
In the funeral parlor.
As soon as her grandmother's body was settled, hundreds of black luxury cars drove over. All the
people who came here were people with a high status in the capital city. They were all dressed in a
serious black suit. They only bowed in front of the mourning hall in a line, smelled the incense, and
then quietly left.
Although Evan had been in the business world for so many years, he couldn't make such a grand
scene. Without asking, he knew that these people came for Martin.
When Carlos arrived with Moore, a large group of rich people had almost dispersed. These rich people
did not dare to provoke Martin, so they pulled Carlos and asked Carlos to put in a good word for them
in front of Martin. It was not easy for Carlos to send these people away before entering the funeral
parlour.
When they arrived at the mourning hall, the two of them bowed to offer incense first, and then stepped
aside and stood beside Martin.
Carlos quietly stared at Martin and said, "Well, Master, it's not my fault. I don't know which bastard he
is. He saw your car in the community..."
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