Chapter 17 Tombstone
Lydia died on the day of her funeral?
Amanda''s eyes was misted with the steam of her tear as hatred burned her tear dried. What a
coincidence, a perfect coincidence...
After a pause, Amanda patted Lydia''s mother''s hand, unable to offer any words offort; Lydia had
had the "ident" all because of her.
Lydia’s mother looked at the shut door of the guest room and continued: “After the death of Lydia, her
father did not take it very well...He locked himself in the room all day long and refused to see anyone...”
"Emm...Are you and your uncle taken care of? Is there any difficulty in life?" That was Amanda''s
biggest concern right now.
"It''s all thanks to her best friend," She sighed. "They have been like blood sisters since high school.
That poor girl had an ident and then Lydia; her husband is a good person; he showed up at Lydia’s
funeral andforted us saying that he could rte to our sorrow since he had just lost his wife and
father-inw...poor kid. He said he is going to take care of us like we are his parents in ce of Lydia...
Bill Fu?
Ah.
A wave of nausea swept over Amanda; what a hypocrite killer. He took the life of beloved Lydia of her
parents and showered himself with their gratitude by acting like a loving son?
"Well, then he...That''s some decent man..." Mocked Amanda, her lips curling with a smile, as she
turned her eyes to the ck and white picture on the wall. Lydia was not going to rest in peace knowing
that, either, was she?
But at such a time, she could not reveal him. It was a mercy and her way of paying back at the moment
to Lydia to let her parents live in a beautiful illusion. Moreover, her power was now so weak that she
can''t even see Bill Fu, let alone avenge him.
Amanda wanted everything to be confirmed: "Mrs, was the best friend of Lydia you mentioneddy
Amanda Juan who died in the fire of Royal Garden International Hotel?”
She nodded. "You knew Amanda, too?"
"Ms. Du had told us about her best friend before. She said she was studying in Paris, but it never
urred to me that both of them..." Amanda exined then asked calmly and inly what she cared
about the most at the second: “In the news, the Juan Family was ruined with the both the daughter and
Lord Juan dead, how did the Mrs. Juan,dy Amanda Juan’s mother, handle the situation?...”
Lydia’s mother sighed before saying: "Mrs. Juan was a poor woman; she lost both her daughter and
her husband; luckily, her son-inw is such a nice person;st time, I paid her a visit in her vi, her
son-inw told me that she was recovering in another remote vacation resort and was not ready to
meet the others...well, he was such a sweet and kind kid. I am pretty sure Mrs. Juan is now in good
hands.”
In good hands? Or in evil hands? Amanda found it both funny and disgusting. Bill Fu could have killed
her; or maybe she was, like herself, already rotting under ground. Anyway, he would always found a
good excuse for whatever he did.
Amanda knew she would have to find her mother soon, if she was still alive.
“Mrs Du, ept my condolence and take care of yourself...” Amanda cannot stay here any longer; she
was losing herself as her tears were welling up all over her eyes.
"Girl, have dinner with us..." Lydia’s mother took her by the hand.
"No, Mrs. Du, I''ve got something to do here, I think...I will go see Ms. Du at her grave..."
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Amanda, forcing a smile, rose to her feet.
...
It was irony that even after death, people were ranked in the cemetery. At least it was so in the Blue
Mountain cemetery.
Maybe due to his guilty conscience, Bill Fu didn''t arrange a better ce for Lydia Du even though he
had promised to take care of the Du Family. He just erected a hard stone tablet like ordinary people
and buried it in a group of cemeteries of the same size and shape. It took quite a while and the
instruction of the Mrs. Du for Amanda to locate Lydia.
cing her fruit in front of Lydia Du''s gravestone, Amanda crouched down, unable to hold back her
tears as she looked at the cold lettering and smiling portrait.
"Lydia, no one will scold me like you did any more; no one would share my thought any more, and no
one knows that I am still alive. If you are still lingering around, bless me to kill that beast Bill Fu with my
own hands and avenge the blood feud!" Amanda touched the stone." Here''s your favorite mango, enjoy
it; next time, I do not when I was able to see you again, I don’t know if I would be still alive..."
The stone stayed cold as the sun burning face of Amanda. Amanda stood up and walked toward the
another corner of the cemetery.
Her father was ced in a better ce, better view,rger space and cleaning stuff sweeping the floor
daily. The tomb costed much more that of a house for the poor people; Amanda tittered at Bill Fu for
what he had done.
And her own tombstone was erected next to her father’s; luxury was the word she could think of
compared with that of Lydia Du. And it read “R.I.P; Beloved wife, Amanda Juan” and signed below was
“Bill Fu”.
Was what she felt right now how ghosts in the world felt standing right in front of their own tombstone?
What a sweet and loyal husband! How lucky was she to be able to marry a man like Bill Fu...
The picture on the stone was her with a confident smile; Amanda had never felt more envious of herself
being so resolute. She was now lost, timid and confused.
‘Amanda under the tombstone, tell me, what am I supposed to do?’
Amanda caressed the face of herself in the picture while from behind a familiar sound of footsteps got
close.
Amanda turned around; Bill Fu, her dear husband, was walking toward her.
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