Chapter 1547


    Grace was stunned. After Lowell reminded her, she came back to her senses in an instant, frowning


    as she said, "Yes, you''re right. I''d only make things worse for her. Forget it. We''ll talk about it after


    we''ve asked the doctor tomorrow."


    "Sure."


    The butler asked, "Shall I boil some soup then?"


    "There''s no rush to do so for now," Lowell ordered the butler, "Go and deal with your affairs."


    The few of them looked at Grace, while Grace looked at Heinz with disdain.


    Grace was unsatisfied. She told Ernest and Lowell, "Ernest, Lowell, most of the men here in the


    Jones family are already no good. It''s all up to you two in the future."


    Lowell was stunned. His lips twitched as he subconsciously turned to look at Heinz.


    Heinz was at a loss for words. He was pissed, but he dared not speak.


    Ernest nodded, "Alright, mom, don''t worry. I won''t be in a rtionship or get married at will."


    Heinz was stunned. Was he the type of person


    Ernest had just described?


    "I''m going to get some rest," Grace was ready to head back to take a quick nap. She mustn''t waste


    too much energy as she needed to attend a funeral in the afternoon.


    When Celeste returned to her room, she saw Gary getting out of bed, seemingly panicking. Once


    Gary saw Celeste entering the room with food, he was stunned before heaving a sigh of relief.


    He said, "You gave me one hell of a fright. I thought you had left."


    Celeste tensed up.


    She looked at Gary and noticed that he was indeed worried. His sentence earlier was not a joke. A


    bitter feeling welled up in Celeste''s heart as she said, "Where else can I go since I''m already here?


    Are you hungry? Here, have a bite. Aunt Smith mentioned all of us will leave at twelve in the


    afternoon. You have the time for some sleep."


    Gary approached her, closed the door behind her and locked it. Then, he took the tray over from


    Celeste and ced it on the table.


    He turned towards her and hugged her tightly. Without a word, he lowered his head and was about


    to kiss her.


    Celeste immediately covered his mouth to stop him from going any further.


    Gary could not kiss Celeste and had his lips pecked on her palm instead. He frowned and pleaded,


    "Come on. Let me have a kiss."


    Celeste shook her head and said in a soft voice, "Gary, times are different now. Today is your


    grandfather''s funeral. We shouldn''t act this way. This is a great disrespect to the deceased."


    Gary was slightly taken aback. Noticing the serious expression on Celeste''s face, he knew that she


    had always been an obedient child.


    He heaved, "My grandfather has never been of much use to anyone. He has been too used to doing


    whatever he wants in his life. He''s even stopping me from kissing my lovely woman even though he


    has passed away."


    Gary''s words were filled with protest.


    "Don''t say that," Celeste whispered, "We should respect the dead."


    "Alright, I''ll respect your decision," Gary sighed helplessly.


    "Wash your face,e over and have something to eat. You can continue to sleep after that. Do


    you hear me?" Celeste said as she observed his eyes. She found that his eyes had recovered but


    they were still slightly bloodshot, which meant that he did not have a good sleep.


    "I don''t want to continue sleeping," Gary shook his


    head.


    "How''s that possible? Your eyes are still red."


    "It''s fine. I think I''m doing well. Did you run into Heinz and my mother when you went down just


    then?"


    "We talked for a while when we met," Celeste told him the truth.


    "Was she happy to see you back?"


    Celeste nodded, "Yes, I can feel that Aunt Smith is really pleased."


    Gary smiled and said, "Of course, she regards you as her daughter-inw. When she saw you


    coming to the funeral, she must have felt relieved. Of course, this is just a formality. What''s most


    important is that I have a spot in your heart. That''s what delighted her."


    Celeste took a deep breath before she asked, "Do you really think that it''s important for me toe


    back?"


    Gary nodded seriously, "Of course. Although I''m a carefree person, I think that these ceremonies


    are important in our lives. Our hearts and emotions are often reflected in the small details of life. I


    did poorly in the past, so that''s why you feel wronged and sad."


    "But then, I understood that once I did not realize my mistakes at that time. It was already toote


    by the time I came to an understanding. The problems had grown to be irreparable and irreversible.


    In short, I''m really, really d that you came back this time around."


    Gary looked at Celeste seriously. He spoke in a solemn manner while he fixed his gaze on her.


    Celeste could feel his regret for not doing well in the past, just like her. Whenever he did something


    wrong, he would feel upset and regretful after reflecting on his actions.


    It seemed that there was a lot for the two of them to improve on in the path of life.


    Celeste felt that she was starting to look past the things she had been holding onto in her heart after


    listening to Gary''s words.


    She indeed felt that sense of letting go during the funeral in the afternoon.


    It turned out that the end of one''s life also meant the end of their legacy. Every grudge one held was


    so weak and iparable to life.


    By the time a person left, those things would no longer seem to be important any longer.


    Celeste was dressed in ck as she stood next to Gary, who wore a ck outfit as well. He took


    care of herself all that while.


    Lots of guests visited the Jones Mansion. A lot of them were surprised by Celeste''s appearance as


    they wondered who she was and why she was standing next to the young master of the Jones


    family.


    Before the funeral ended, Celeste noticed Cindy.


    Cindy arrived after someone had sent her a message. She noticed Celeste as well.


    Celeste was surprised by Cindy''s appearance at the cemetery when she noticed that she was


    looking at her from a distance. Stunned, she pondered for a brief moment before she walked


    towards Cindy.


    They had not seen each other for a few years, but Cindy was still the same. She was still wearing


    exquisite makeup with carefullybed hair.


    Seeing Celesteing over, Cindy sneered as she mocked, "You''re quick to attend their family''s


    funeral. Do you really think of yourself as a member of their family? Do you really think you can


    climb up thedder of society with their help?"


    Cindy''s words were so sarcastic that they could have one frown deeply, but Celeste had thought it


    through and could remain unfazed after the funeral.


    She thought that every conflict and problem was insignificantpared to life. Thus, when Cindy


    jeered at her in such a manner, she fixed her sympathetic gaze on her as if she was staring at a


    child who was throwing a tantrum and did nothing to rebuke her.


    Cindy frowned and snapped coldly, "Why aren''t you talking? You''re left with nothing to refute, right?"


    "How have you been all these years?" Celeste asked in a gentle tone, "Yourplexion seems


    great. You must really be living afortable life."


    Cindy did not understand why Celeste had said that as she sized Celeste up with doubt and


    suspicion in her eyes.


    Celeste had changed.


    She was not as sharp and tough to get along with as before.


    Her hair was short, and her face was pale. She did not seem well, but she was still beautiful.


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    Cindy had to admit that Celeste was really goodlooking, just like that person in her memories. She


    was gorgeous as well.


    Cindy squinted, the look in her eyes still as sharp as ever as she questioned, "Why? Do you feel


    unhappy because I''m living a good life?"


    Celeste shook her head, "You''re overthinking. I''ve always prayed for your happiness. Although I left


    you, I''ve never forgotten your kindness in raising me. Four years ago, I was insensible and


    embarrassed you. I''m sorry. In the future, I only hope that you can stay healthy and happy. That''s


    all. I''ll take my leave. Please take care of yourself."


    Celeste turned around and was about to leave. Cindy was dumbfounded.


    She felt that Celeste had grown to be too quiet.


    Her words had caught her off guard. Panic shed through her eyes, and she felt as if she had


    been defeated by Celeste''s quiet and calmness.


    When she saw that Celeste was about to leave, she hurriedly called out, "Don''t leave just yet."


    Celeste was slightly stunned, turning around to look at Cindy once more.


    It seemed like Cindy had regained herposure, but her gaze fixed on Celeste was still filled with


    contempt.


    Celeste asked, "What else do you need?"


    "Why do you seem so pale? Are you feeling unwell? Did the Jones family not treat you well?"


    "No, you''ve misunderstood. I''m fine," Celeste smiled faintly, "If there''s nothing else, I''ll take my


    leave."


    "Give me your phone number," Cindymanded.


    Celeste was deep in thought before she shook her head, "I don''t think there''s any need for us to


    contact each other anymore. Goodbye."


    She no longer cared about what Cindy had to say and turned around, returning to Gary''s side.


    In fact, Gary had long discovered Cindy''s existence. He had also noticed Celeste going off to have


    a brief conversation with her. Initially, he was worried, but he felt that they would run into each other


    sooner orter. As such, he had been watching from afar.


    Seeing Celeste quietly returning to his side, Gary was rxed.


    He then turned over to nce at Cindy, followed by a sharp glint shing in his eyes. He asked the


    girl beside him in a soft voice, "Why did she look for you?"


    Celeste shook her head and replied, "Nothing. We just exchanged greetings."


    Not noticing any abnormal emotions in Celeste''s eyes, Gary''s heart that had been hanging mid-air


    finallynded on the ground and he stopped probing.


    Lawrence Jones wanted to be buried alone. He did not want his ashes to be spread in the gardens


    of Alpine Resort, and he did not want to be buried next to Heinz''s mother either. He wanted to be


    alone.


    It was said that this was his final will.


    Laurence must have thought it through carefully, so he felt that it would be better to be buried alone


    after he died.


    Heinz was quite satisfied with that.