Chapter 310 Don't Dirty Grandma's Grave
Someone brought the prepared paper houses, paper clothes, paper money, and more to Abella's side, creating a small mountain of offerings.
Abella personally lit the fire, as it is believed that this custom allows the deceased to have a house and money in heaven and on earth, enduring a good afterlife.
After burning the offerings, Abella took out the items she had prepared.
"These are famous tourist attractions from abroad. I had intended to take you on a trip. Now, Grandpa will accompany you, wherever you desire. I've already drawn the itinerary for you to refer to."
Abella burned everything together for them, "Also, this is a medicine bag I made for you on your birthday. Even in heaven, you should have a good sleep."
The medicine bag was beautifully embroidered with Barbara's favorite mandarin ducks. As Abella watched the mandarin ducks slowly burn in the fire, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sadness.
Despite the grief, she managed to put a Chinese medicine packet, a massage device, and the scarf Mr. Walker had personally knitted for Grandma into the fire. As these items burned, they caused small explosions, making the flames even more dazzling.
Suddenly, a figure rushed over, shouting in sorrow, "Grandma, I can't bear to part with you."
Upon hearing the voice, displeasure welled up in Abella's eyes as she looked at the subordinate guarding the gate.
The subordinate, overwhelmed by the boss's sorrow, was momentarily distracted and didn't expect Isla to take advantage of the opportunity to slip in.
Isla had intended to throw herself onto the tombstone and cry loudly, but Abella blocked her way, "Don't dirty Grandma's grave."
"Abella, I am Grandma's granddaughter after all. You held the funeral without inviting me or notifying my parents. All the relatives and friends of the Wilson family have been invited, but our family of three is excluded! You're..."
Before Isla could finish her sentence, Abella coldly interrupted her, "Did Grandma acknowledge you as her granddaughter? Do you have any blood relation with the Wilson family? Should the whole audience tell you how Grandma died?"
Isla hadn’t expected Abella to publicly humiliate her like this and gritted her teeth, "I called her Grandma, and in my heart, I already regarded her as my Grandma. I know my mom bears the responsibility for Grandma's death, and I came today to apologize on behalf of my mom and accompany Grandma on her final journey."
"Throw her out." Abella had no desire to entertain Isla and her nonsense.
Two subordinates immediately stepped forward and held Isla's arms. Other guests condemned her for her audacity, as Grandma had already been buried, yet they wouldn't even let her pay her respects.
"I really want to see Grandma one last time. Let go of me, Abella. It's true that my mom made a mistake, but can't you spare them because of your past relationship?"
Isla’s true motive was now apparent. She had planned to weep and beg at Grandma’s grave, hoping to establish a connection with Abella and seek her parents’ release.
But Before Abella could express her anger.
"Get out—!" Sarah, Barbara's former best friend, couldn't contain her anger and threw a cup of water at Isla.
The guest who had attended the engagement banquet recounted the sequence of events to Sarah, and she couldn't believe that Barbara’s death was actually related to the Wilson family of three.
It was their constant pestering of Barbara for shares and savings, as well as Mrs. Wilson’s mistreatment, that had led to Barbara’s heart attack and subsequent death.
Isla’s audacity to attend the funeral and request Abella to spare her parents was met with shock and outrage from the other guests.
However, she didn't anticipate the condemnation and vilification from everyone present.
Two henchmen forcefully threw her out of the cemetery, subjecting her to physical abuse. Her injuries became even more severe, and she was in great agony.
Abella's gaze returned to the photo on the tombstone. The initial displeasure gradually dissipated, leaving only profound sadness and a sense of unwillingness.
"In remembrance of our loved ones, may the departed rest in peace," the funeral host said with a mournful voice.
Abella stood at the forefront, leading all the guests in bowing and paying their respects.
"The funeral is now concluded, the family wishes to express gratitude."
Abella turned around and bowed to the departing guests one by one.
As per tradition, all of the guests were taken to the nearest restaurant owned by the Medici family to have the funeral banquet.
After the guests left, Abella turned back to take another look at the tombstone. Unable to resist, she walked up, knelt down, and gently touched the photo on top.
The photo was taken by Barbara several years ago, and Abella had turned it into a black and white image.
Time had not left any traces of hardship on the face of the elderly person; all that remained was gentleness and elegance in her eyes.
Abella's emotions of grief surged like stormy waves, almost overwhelming her several times.
As she touched the photo, she spoke gently, "Grandma, you have Grandpa by your side in heaven now, so you shouldn't feel lonely anymore. I will continue to study medicine and save more people. Please rest assured."
At that moment, another person knelt down beside Abella.
Abella turned her head and saw the side profile of Phillipe.
"Grandma, let me introduce myself formally. My name is Phillipe, and I am Abella's fiancé."
Abella hadn’t expected him to stay, but she looked back at the tombstone and spoke gently, "Grandma, this is the Phillipe, the man I told you about. He has been very good to me."
"Grandma, please entrust Abella to me. You and Grandpa can rest assured. In this lifetime, I will take care of her, protect her, and cherish her. My grandfather also thinks highly of her. She is the chosen daughter-in-law of our Bourbon family, and she will be taken care of here."
As Phillipe said this, he held Abella's hand. "Shall we bow to Grandma together?"
"Of course."
Abella and Phillipe both bowed down in front of the tombstone, and only then did they stand up and say in unison, "Grandma, rest in peace."
When they walked out of the cemetery, they saw an elderly figure still standing outside the railing, looking in the direction of the tombstone, unwilling to leave.
"Mr. Walker, you're still here."
"Abella approached and discovered that Mr. Walker's eyes were already red. "I… I'll wait a little longer." Mr. Walker's voice trembled as he tightly clenched the tissue in his hand. After wiping away his tears, he said in utter despair, “You all go ahead and entertain the guests, I'll be there in a moment."
Abella nodded. "Take care."
After saying this, she turned to Mr. Walker's assistant and said, "Take good care of Grandpa."
"Yes, Abella."
Phillipe escorted Abella into the car, glancing back at Mr. Walker. His hunched back seemed to bear not only the weight of Barbara's departure but also the final straw that crushed him.
His silhouette appeared so vulnerable and desolate.
Reminded of the day when Grandma left, with Mr. Walker breaking down in tears at the hospital, it was clear that this emotion did not stem from mere friendship alone.
Could it be that Mr. Walker had feelings of affection or even love for Grandma?
Thinking this, after getting into the car, Phillipe asked Abella, "Mr. Walker seems very sad. What is the relationship between him and Grandma?"
"They used to be a couple forced apart by circumstances."
As expected, it was just as Phillipe had guessed.
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