Chapter 311


    "Where''s Cordelia? Isn''t it her grandma''s funeral?" Edwin asked Brooklyn.


    "Cordelia couldn''t make it, Mr. Evans wouldn''t let her go, but she suspects her grandmother''s death


    was no ident, and she wants us to check it out," Brooklyn filled Edwin in.


    Edwin nodded repeatedly. "Then how about this, I''ll go upstairs, you can wait down here, and I''ll see


    what I can find out," Edwin suggested.


    "Sounds good. Cordelia sure is lucky to have a friend like you. Her husband sticks his nose in


    everything and micromanages her every move. As her friends, we have to help share the burden,"


    Brooklyn said with a knowing look.


    Edwin looked downcast. "I know, right? Mr. Evans is just looking out for her. If it were me, considering


    her condition, I wouldn''t let her go either."


    Brooklyn didn''t respond, but she was thinking, “When Edwin gave that example, shouldn''t he have said


    if it were him and her was the one in Cordelia’s condition, he wouldn''t let Brooklyn go? Why did he still


    say Cordelia?”


    It showed that in his heart, every time he thought of Cordelia''s husband, he was picturing himself. Even


    though Edwin never showed it, it was hard to hide feelings for someone. His feelings always managed


    to slip through the cracks. Brooklyn felt her heart sink.


    She had always known that Edwin had a secret crush on Cordelia, but today, her heart froze over.


    "Cordelia sent me a thousand dors, so I''ll transfer it to you. You can decide on how to handle it,"


    Brooklyn said, transferring the money to Edwin.


    They arrived at Roseville, Ronald''s neighborhood.


    Edwin parked the car downstairs, and Brooklyn stayed in the car while Edwin went up alone. Only


    Ronald was in the living room.


    "Who are you...?" Ronald asked Edwin.


    "Oh, I''m the son of a friend of your grandmother''s. I heard about her passing, and I wanted to pay my


    respects," Edwin said. "This is just a small token."


    After saying this, Edwin handed over an envelope of cash to Ronald.


    Ronald felt the thickness of the envelope, and his impression of Edwin improved. He didn''t question


    Edwin''s background any further. A scammer wouldn''t be handing out that amount of cash.


    "The funeral was held this morning. You can put a flower here." Ronald suggested.


    After saying this, Ronald handed a flower over to Edwin.


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    While Edwin was paying his respects, Ronald went to the kitchen.


    A professional team handled Cordelia''s grandmother''s funeral. After everyone had eaten, the house


    was in a mess, and Ronald went to clean up.


    "Samantha, should we report this to the police? This whole thing was orchestrated by that celebrity,


    Deanna. Should she get away with causing our family such loss?" A voice came from one of the


    bedrooms.


    Ronald''s house was small and not soundproofed, so it was easy to overhear conversations.


    "Why would we call the police? If they investigate, wouldn''t everything be exposed? The fact that I


    noticed the fire and woke everyone up, but let it continue to burn in grandmother''s room until the smoke


    suffocated her before putting it out?" Samantha retorted, "Do you want your daughter to live in shame?"


    Hearing this, Edwin''s blood boiled. He couldn''t believe there were such ruthless people in the world


    that allowed their own grandmother to burn to death! How cold-hearted could one be?


    "But, Deanna was the one behind all this. She ruined your career, then pretended to send us a


    package, which we forgot to open, and it caused the fire. She tried to kill our whole family, but her n


    didn''t work. At least the old burden is gone though."


    "And, no one else in the world will ever know about this!" Samantha added proudly.


    "But should we let Deanna get off scot-free?" Sienna asked again.


    "Of course not. There will be time for payback. This time, she helped us get rid of the old burden, which


    is a favor of sorts," Samantha said. "As for the future, I''m not done with her yet. I''ve already exposed


    her tax evasion, her affair with the director, and her impersonation of a cornea donor to win someone’s


    trust. All these usations are enough to ruin her. Tonight, Deanna can wait for her downfall; if she


    won''t let me live, she can''t expect to live either."


    "Good girl!"


    The information about Deanna having her father impersonate a cornea donor was something


    Samantha pieced together while working as Deanna''s assistant, from overhearing conversations


    between Le and Deanna. She knew that as long as she was the first to leak the information, she


    would have the upper hand. Besides, it was well known that Deanna was a diva and had already lost


    public favor.


    Edwin felt a chill run down his spine being in the house with these two people. He said his goodbyes to


    Ronald and left.


    Once downstairs, he was shaking all over. He lit a cigarette with trembling hands.


    Brooklyn saw his pale face and asked anxiously, "What happened?"


    "It''s horrifying. I''ll tell you on the way." Edwin quickly turned the steering wheel and drove off.