Chapter 63


    I wasn''t expecting them, but since they''re here, they''re my guests. I will not quarrel with them on


    such an asion.


    "Thank you foring over." I bend down to express my gratitude.


    Callen takes a deep look at me, but he doesn''t say anything. Instead, Maisy speaks.


    "I''m sorry for your loss." She looks a little embarrassed.


    I nod, and then motion for them to take a bow at my mom''s coffin.


    Mom is lying quietly inside, as if asleep. I wish she''d just fallen asleep instead of leaving me.


    Maisy and Callen stand outside waiting for me after bowing.


    I walk up to them. "Is there anything else?"


    Callen looks at me but says nothing. Maisy''s also silent. I feel inexplicably annoyed.


    "Chelsea, I..."


    At this time, Harrison walks over to me. He asks them, "What''s the matter?"


    Callen''s about to say something, but Maisy


    stops him. Then she says with a smile, "We came in case you were too busy on your own. Since


    Mr. Stewart is here, we should get going."


    Looking at their backs, Harrison asks, "Did you invite them?"


    "Is that possible?"


    ''Why would I invite them over? I was actually hoping they wouldn''t show up here today. My mom


    doesn''t like them.''


    If it weren''t for the funeral, I might have driven them out directly.


    When my mom''s being cremated, I cry and pass out in front of the crematorium. People who


    haven''t experienced it don''t understand what it''s like to see a loved one burn to the ground.


    Harrison bought the cemetery. He says it''s a nice location. I''m mentally and physically exhausted,


    so I don''t have the energy to say no. During my mother''s funeral, the neighbors kept seeing us


    together.


    Back in the day, I''d worry about them gossiping. But now I don''t care about it. My mom is dead, so


    the rumors don''t matter to me anymore.


    The policeman calls me a weekter. It''s about thepensation money.


    "Where are you going?"


    Harrison is lying on the sofa. When he sees meing out of the bedroom, he slowly gets up.


    He has been at my house for the past few days to keep mepany. He patiently coaxed me to


    sleep several times because I couldn''t cry myself to sleep.


    I tell him about the call from the police. "Have some rest. It won''t take me too long."


    "I''ll go with you." He puts on his coat. "You might not be able to handle this on your own."


    Originally, I wanted to refuse him, but on second thought, I think he''s right. The rich and powerful


    always have more solutions, and I might need his help.


    So I go to the police station with Harrison.


    The police told me that thepensation was less than two hundred thousand bucks because my


    mom was primarily responsible for the ident.


    "But she''s the victim!" I can''t ept this result.


    The policeman gives me a document. "This is the result of your mother''s ident investigation. It


    was a red light, but she suddenly ran across the street and caused the ident."


    I can''t believe this, so I carefully go through the document.


    It has the driver''s statement, the traffic police investigation, the photos of the ident, as well as


    witness statements and so on. The final conclusion is that my mother is 80% responsible for the


    ident. I''m totally shocked.


    It''s not that I want more money. I''m just trying to get justice for my mom.


    She has always been a stickler for traffic rules. Why would she cross the street at a red light? I just


    can''t believe this.


    "This doesn''t make sense. My mom never ran a red light." I try to argue.


    The policeman points at the document and replies faintly, "Check the evidence."


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    I stand up and throw the document away, saying loudly, "I don''t care the stupid evidence! You


    should be investigating why she ran a red light!"


    After that, I feel several cops standing behind me. I guess they are afraid that I would make trouble.


    I sneer. I''m now more skeptical of their findings, so I start to have a big fight with them.


    I question them if they have been bribed by the driver. I curse them all to hell with tears. I''m too


    excited to hear what they are saying.


    Suddenly, I feel dizzy and then I fall backwards.


    "Chelsea!"


    I didn''t feel the pain I had expected because I''m in a warm embrace. I open my eyes and see


    Harrison looking at me with a worried expression.


    At this point, I wish I could stay in his arms forever.


    "Sir, please talk some sense into her. We know she''s extremely sad because of her mom''s death,


    but the truth is the truth. And it''s against thew to make trouble here," the policeman says


    seriously.


    I want to argue, but Harrison stops me. He promises that he will take me home and calm me down.


    Coming out of the police station, I stop talking to Harrison.


    Instead of starting the car, he says helplessly, "I understand how you feel, but can you be more


    rational?"


    "What''s wrong with me?" I have no expression on my face.


    "You think thepensation is too little or you don''t trust the cops?"


    His question makes me sad. I thought he understood me, but I was wrong.


    Like a curious baby, I ask him with a smile, "Aren''t you the one who told me that the rich and the


    powerful can ignore the rules?"