Chapter 409


    Sheena’s eyes were red, her tone resolute.


    Ford felt for her but had to bring her back to reality, saying, “Miss, please. Be more clear–headed. Mr.


    Freeman is gone. His ashes rest in Farlem’s cemetery. You’ve visited countless times in the past six


    months. Do you remember?”


    Sheena froze, starting to doubt herself.


    Ford suppressed his sobs, continuing, “Stop tormenting yourself. Mr. Freeman will never return. You


    must let go. You must have been mistaken just now!”


    Indeed, how could someone who had been gone for half a year suddenly appear at Hedone Bar in


    Svelton?


    Perhaps she was losing her mind….


    Sheena’s eyes began to well up, and she covered her chest, feeling an unbearable suffocation.


    Seeing Sheena in such distress, Ford, too, could not hold back tears. “Miss, you’re upset. Let’s leave.


    John has arranged a hotel for us. Let’s head back and rest.”


    It was a false hope…


    Sheena was exhausted, her whole being devoid of strength. After this incident, she had no heart to


    continue with the gathering. Hence, she followed Ford’s suggestion and returned to the hotel.


    As they walked down the stairs, Lionel happened toe out of another elevator, calmly heading into


    the innermost VIP room around the corner.


    At the hotel, Sheena rushed into the bathroom as soon as they entered the room, turning on the


    shower at its maximum. The water was scalding, but her heart felt numb, and her entire body was ice–


    cold.


    Sheena let the water drench her, trying to regain some semnce ofposure.


    Her eyes were swollen, and her tears blended seamlessly with the hot water, disappearing without a


    trace. She repeated to herself that Elijah was gone, that he had died for her, and he could never return


    in this lifetime.


    Outside the room, Paul and John were puzzled by Sheena’s state upon her return.


    “She seemed quite stable before attending the gathering. What happened at the


    event?”


    Ford sighed, “She got drunk She thought she saw a man who resembles Me Freeman, stirring up those


    heart wrenching memories.”


    Upon hearing this, the group sighed in unison.


    The next day, Sheena woke uppletely sober. She put the previous night’s emotional turmoil behind


    her and officially set out to return to the Lawson family.


    The Lawson estate was extensive, upying the entire suburb of Mountville in Svelton, a property


    acquired by the ancestors of the Lawson family. Surrounded by mountains and water, the mansions


    offered picturesque views and excellent air quality throughout the year.


    Victor and Barrett, along with their families, resided halfway up the


    mountainside.


    As Sheena drove up, she disregarded the two mansions and headed straight for Albert’s residence at


    the mountain’s peak.


    Their longtime butler, George, awaited her at the entrance.


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    Seeing Sheena’s car stop, he eagerly rushed forward, opening the door for her. Ms. Lawson, you’re


    finally home! Your father has been eagerly awaiting you i the study.”


    “Alright, Uncle George. You’ve been of great help.”


    George was thrilled with the acknowledgment and nced back at Sheena’s empty–handed


    bodyguards. “Miss, where is your luggage?”


    Sheena responded casually, “I came back just to see Dad. I’m not nning to stay.


    The Lawson estate harbored too many unpleasant memories, and she feared sleepless nights there.


    Sheena proceeded straight to the living room. As she approached the door, the rhythmic click of high


    heels echoed down the staircase.


    Lauren, adorned in a limited–edition designer mustard–yellow pencil skirt with meticulous makeup,


    gracefully walked down the stairs, locking eyes with Sheena.


    Lauren was in herte twenties, and her skin was impably maintained, making the two appear more


    like sisters.


    With an indifferent gaze, Sheena looked her way and then redirected her attention, heading upstairs.


    Lauren frowned, a bit displeased, blocking Sheena’s path. “Ms. Lawson, you haven’t been home for so


    many years. Have you forgotten how to greet others properly? It seems like you’ve lost all manners


    after staying a few years in an orphanage.”


    Sheena was unprovoked by her words, and she smiled sarcastically.