Sweet May-December Marriage

Chapter 187 I'm Here

Chapter 187 I'm Here

Nelson lied without batting an eye as he casually replied, "Yes. You sleepwalked."

Charlotte accepted this explanation in despair.

Nelson said nonchalantly, "I heard your stepmother died."

Charlotte paused for a second before nodding and replying, "Yes."

Nelson then asked, "Are you going to her funeral?"

Aurora died in the police station after all and the things she did were disgraceful. Therefore, the Lopez family didn't dare to give her a grand funeral. They'd quickly contacted the crematorium to cremate the body and chose a burial site. The funeral was scheduled for this Saturday.

Charlotte replied with a nod, "Yes."

Nelson said blandly, "I need to deal with some matters that day, so you'll go by yourself."

Charlotte nodded obediently and replied, "Okay."

...

It was drizzling on Saturday. Holding a black umbrella, Charlotte stood not far away and watched Vivian place Aurora's urn into the tomb.

Few people came to mourn her and most of them were relatives of the Lopez family and the Hunter family. Vivian didn't hold an umbrella and her face was smeared with tears. Anyone who saw this scene would say she was very filial.

She personally placed her mother's urn into the tomb and watched them fill in the tomb.

Charlotte also watched this quietly from a distance.

The tombstone had been engraved in advance. It read, "Beloved wife Aurora Hunter's tomb" with words "engraved by husband Jonathan and dutiful daughter Vivian" in the bottom. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

The mournful music of the funeral echoed throughout the cemetery, sounding chilling and sorrowful. Those attending the funeral politely showed looks of sorrow, and some sentimental people even shed a few tears.

Charlotte stared at Aurora's portrait on the tombstone.

It was a photo of her in a dress, smiling elegantly yet falsely at the camera. Aurora's appearance wasn't aggressive, so no one could see the hidden cruelty and schemes behind her gentle smile.

She was dead.

When Charlotte endured her humiliation when she was younger, she never thought about sending Aurora to hell.

But now, when looking at her picture on the tombstone, Charlotte suddenly recalled some long-past events.

Aurora once came to find Madelyn.

Little Charlotte was very curious about this elegantly dressed woman, but her mother, who had always been gentle, didn't introduce this guest to her. instead, she shut her outside the door.

Because of her mother's abnormal reaction, Charlotte became more curious about Aurora and stuck to the door to listen to the conversation inside. At that time, Aurora's maid, Sophia, stood beside her

and looked at her with disdain. It was as if she was looking at a piece of trash. But Charlotte was too young at that time, so she couldn't understand the unprovoked detest from a stranger. She just moved away from her, not wanting to stay with the maid.

As a result, she didn't hear what Madelyn and Aurora said. She could just vaguely remember that Aurora's face looked extremely gloomy when the door opened. And little Charlotte was scared by her looks.

Aurora suddenly turned around when she reached the door and stared at Madelyn ferociously, snapping, "Madelyn, I appreciate your schemes."

Madelyn stood beside the window quietly, bathed in radiant lights. She smiled blandly and said, "You owe me this." The smile was a beautiful and gentle one in Charlotte's memory.

Aurora gritted her teeth and left, and Sophia hurriedly followed. Little Charlotte watched their figures disappear. That was the first time she met Aurora. And now, it was the last.

Charlotte realized most people had left and found that Vivian was surrounded by relatives who were trying to comfort her. Holding an umbrella, Charlotte put a bunch of white chrysanthemums in front of Aurora's tomb.

She suddenly spoke, "In fact, I wanted to give you the chance to see her one last time."

Vivian turned around, stared at her, and forced a smile, asking, "Really?"

Charlotte pressed her pale lips together and replied, "Yep. I had the thought when we met on the Dundee Road. But later, I changed my mind."

Vivian fell silent.

Charlotte continued, "Because I don't want to let you go. You're not a good person either."

Vivian suddenly laughed and snapped, "Charlotte, you killed my mother! I hate to live under the same sky as you! I won't let you go even if I die!"

Charlotte said calmly, "You'll avenge your mother, and I'm just avenging mine. Vivian, I never thought I owed you anything. You lost your mother at the age of 18, but I lost mine at the age of 10."

"Your mom is a home wrecker! She deserved that!" Vivian yelled.

Charlotte said in a soft voice, "I can still remember things that happened in the last month of my mom's life."

"She was very thin at that time and couldn't eat anything because all her organs were failing. I fed her some plain porridge, but she would quickly vomit it out. She almost threw up her stomach. She was lucky to survive after being forced to drink the abortion decoction, but she'd been tormented constantly after that. She couldn't sleep every night and would cough up from time to time. I was so young at that time, but I still understood how painful she was. But for me, she persisted. She'd endured ten years of such excoriating pain, which was inflicted by Aurora."

"Later, her physical condition didn't allow her to persist, so she chose to end her own life. She died in my arms and my whole body was covered with her blood," Charlotte continued.

The rain grew heavier and blurred their vision. Charlotte took a breath, but the air she took into her lungs sent a chill down her spine.

"Vivian, I don't owe you anything."

"Does your mom's death have anything to do with me?" Vivian sneered and said, "I told you, she deserved that! You caused my mother's death. I'll definitely let you pay for it with your own life!"

Charlotte tilted her umbrella to take in Vivian's ferocious expression and said, "She got what she deserved. She should die a hundred times for the things she did. And that's still not enough."

Vivian wanted to say something, but Charlotte didn't want to listen to her anymore. She turned around, preparing to leave, but she then heard Vivian scream behind her. "Charlotte, aren't you afraid that my mom's would turn into a ghost and haunt you? You killed her, so she'll definitely come to your dreams every night. She won't let you off easily!"

Charlotte thought about the nightmare she had last night.

She couldn't remember the details, but she still remembered the chill that seemed to drill into her bones.

She pressed her lips and said, "Even so, I won't regret it."

Aurora should have paid for what she did to her mother long ago.

The rain was getting heavier and the hem of Charlotte's dress was wet by the raindrops. She looked at the ground while walking forward, wanting to escape from this place that made her breathless. A gust of wind suddenly rose, driving the raindrops into her collars. Charlotte's clothes were half wet in no time. Gritting her teeth, she walked forward, but suddenly, she bumped into a warm chest.

Charlotte looked up to see the man's chiseled features. It was a king of beauty that she couldn't describe with words.

He was in a black shirt that revealed his collarbones and long, fair neck. Expressionless, he looked quite aloof. But Charlotte threw away her umbrella, hugged his waist, and started crying loudly.

In the wind and rain, the cemetery appeared more gruesome. The tall man lowered his head and hugged the girl back, his movements gentle and his voice low as he comforted, "Good girl, I'm here."