Chapter 308 The Unending Torture
The chef beside them, seeing the young master hold Abella all the way to sleep, couldn't help but wonder, "Isn't your hand sore?"
But seeing the satisfied and doting look on the young master's face, made it clear that he was happy doing it.
Phillipe gestured for the chef to bring a blanket. Silently, the chef went and fetched one, and Phillippe gently covered Abella with it.
Mrs. Medici, watching the surveillance footage from the house, found the situation unusual. Phillipe's car had been parked at the gate for quite some time, so why hadn't Abella gotten out of the car? Was she upset? Was Phillipe comforting her, or was there something else going on?
After a while, Mrs. Medici decided to go check for herself. As soon as she walked out of the main gate, the chef quietly got out of the car to provide a report.
"Madam, hello. Abella has fallen asleep. The young master thought she was too tired and wanted her to rest a little longer before coming inside."
"Oh, I see." Mrs. Medici nodded, finally understanding. "Then I'll have the kitchen prepare some food. When Abella wakes up, let Phillipe come in and have a meal together."
"Very well."
After some time had passed, when Abella opened her eyes, she found herself still in the RV. Phillipe was busy replying to messages on his phone. Sensing her movement, he quickly turned his gaze towards her, his voice gentle.
"Are you awake now?"
"How long have I been sleeping?"
"Not very long."
As Abella sat up, she realized their position was quite intimate. Outside the window, it was already dark. Unable to resist her curiosity, she asked, "What time is it?"
"A little past seven."
Abella hadn't expected to sleep for several hours and suddenly felt guilty. "Your hand must be sore."
"It's not sore. I could hold you until midnight without any problem."
Abella pinched his hand, and Phillipe, not wanting her to tire herself, held her small hand and said, "I'm just a little hungry. Auntie invited me to go in for a meal. If I don't go, do you think it would be impolite?"
Abella noticed something in his words.
The words slipped out, and she couldn't help but laugh. "If you want to go, go ahead. If there's anything urgent that needs to be taken care of, it's also fine..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Phillipe immediately interjected, "No need to take worry about anything. The secretary at the company is quite capable handles everything well."
At that moment, the secretary at the company was on the verge of tears. This is not good, not good at all. He still had a mountain of unfinished tasks. Looks like he'll have to work overtime until midnight again tonight!
"Well then, let's go." As soon as Abella got out of the car, a suit jacket was draped over her shoulders.
"Since you just woke up, let’s ensure you don't catch a cold." After helping her with the jacket, Phillipe held her hand and they walked in together.
The chef on the side watched their perfectly matching figures and silently shed tears in his heart. He could only make dinner for himself in the motorhome, sobbing.
Blake saw his sister return and rushed to her. "Abella, you're awake? The food is ready! Come inside and eat!"
Upon seeing Phillipe beside her, he frowned and asked, "Why are you here?"
"Aunty invited me."
Seeing Phillipe's smiling face, Blake felt annoyed for a while before saying to Abella, "Abella, you must be hungry! Tonight's meal is all your favorite dishes!"
He had heard about what happened today, knowing that Abella had lost her grandmother, disrupted the engagement banquet, and dealt with a few troublesome individuals.
He didn't dare mention anything related to today, afraid that it would ruin his sister's mood.
Suddenly, Abella noticed something unusual, "Why have you been wearing this outfit for the past few days? And these gestures."
Some of his actions seemed overly deliberate, almost as if he was posing, which felt strange.
Blake, sensing her inquiry, quickly said, "Didn't you say that big brother looks the best in this outfit! And those few gestures just now, didn't you say the make me look handsome ?"
As he spoke, he casually flipped his hair again.
His intention was clear, he was wearing the clothes that his sister liked, hoping that it would improve her mood...
Although Abella understood her brother's intentions, it seemed like they didn't have much effect.
During dinner, Lola anticipated witnessing Abella's sorrow, yet surprisingly, Abella appeared as if nothing was wrong. She ate and drank without displaying any signs of grief.
It was truly baffling. Abella’s grandmother, who had raised her for eighteen years, had just been killed, and she could still fall asleep just now and eat now!
Was she even human?
At the dining table, Mr. and Mrs. Medici cautiously asked about Grandma's arrangements, only to be interrupted by Blake.
"Mom, Dad, can you let my sister eat in peace?"
He’d heard that she’d barely eaten anything today. If she becomes too overwhelmed with grief, her health will suffer.
"Yes, yes, let's eat first. Here, Abella, eat more. This is your favorite." Mr. Medici quickly served his daughter some food.
Mrs. Medici was originally worried about the body decomposing for too long. The weather was hot, and it would have been best to let the old lady rest in peace sooner.
Unexpectedly, Abella took the initiative to mention, "I think tomorrow isn't a suitable day for the funeral. The weather will...
"No, it should be tomorrow. Tonight, I will inform and invite all the relatives and friends that Grandma was close to, so then can come tomorrow and see her one last time."
As for Mr. Wilson, Mrs. Wilson, and Isla, there's no need for their presence. Grandma probably doesn't want to see them either, especially considering that they have no blood relation with her, so there's no need for them to come.
"Regarding the location," Mrs. Medici asked cautiously, "should I have someone find a large and nice environment?"
"No need, Grandma had already chosen a place when she was alive." Abella responded.
It's the Wilson family cemetery, where Grandpa was laid to rest. It was her wish to be with the Wilson family even after death, as she was a part of the Wilson family.
Mrs. Medici also thought that it was normal for the old lady to have chosen a place beforehand, especially considering that she had almost passed away several times before and, therefore, didn't inquire further.
"Is there anything that Mom and Dad can help with tomorrow?" Mrs. Medici expressed her concern. "They want to accompany Grandma on her final journey."
"Alright," Abella nodded. "Grandma would be very happy if you could come tomorrow. You don't need to help with anything else; I will handle everything."
Implicitly, it meant that as long as they showed up, it would be enough.
Mr. Medici didn't expect his daughter to have grown up so much. Even for a funeral, she could handle it all on her own and take care of all the arrangements. How much hardship had she experienced over the years to develop such independence!
"Do I need to inform the Wilson family and make them suffer a bit?" Mr. Medici asked once more.
"No need, I have already informed them."
Although Mr. Wilson didn't directly cause Grandma's death, his boundless greed and selfishness allowed Mrs. Wilson to become even more ruthless and caused Grandma's demise. Mr. Wilson had engaged in underhand coercion, tormenting the people in the company, causing mental distress and premature deaths. It was enough for him to end up in prison.
As for Mrs. Wilson, she would spend the rest of her life behind bars.
Abella wouldn't let her off too easily.
As long as they were serving a life sentence, what awaited them would be endless suffering.
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