Chapter 971: What More Could He Hope For
Evelyn didn't want to argue at Cliff's funeral. "Alright, I didn't mean anything by it. I just wanted to say goodbye. If it's a problem, I'll leave. Just let Greg know for me, Ms. Cook."
Wendy forced a smile. "Okay, I'll tell Greg. Take care, Ms. Kyte."
Evelyn left, annoyed but not wanting to cause drama with Greg's girlfriend.
Wendy watched her go, relieved. She didn't want Evelyn and Greg to meet. Who knew what might happen?
Even though Evelyn was now part of the Kyte family and probably wouldn't choose Greg, Wendy didn't want to risk it.
She walked over to Greg, who was still praying for his grandfather. "Greg, you should eat something. Take care of yourself." Greg hadn't eaten much and looked thinner, which worried her.
Greg didn't get up. "You go ahead. I know what I'm doing."
Wendy stayed by his side. Leaving now would look bad to Greg and the Hamilton family.
"I'll stay with you," she said, joining him in prayer.
After a while, Greg stood up and pulled Wendy up too. "Let's go eat. I need to tell you something."
Wendy felt a pang of anxiety. What was he going to say?
They were about to get married, but his words made her uneasy.
Greg scanned the area, not seeing who he was looking for, and frowned.
"Greg, are you looking for Ms. Kyte?" Wendy asked, trying to hide her jealousy.
"Yes," Greg nodded. "Did you see her?"
"Ms. Kyte said she had something to do and left, asked me to tell you." Wendy was relieved she hadn't let Evelyn say goodbye to Greg. Who knew what might have happened?
Greg frowned. "Really?"
Evelyn wouldn't leave without a farewell. He glanced at Wendy, wondering if she made Evelyn uncomfortable.
Wendy felt scared and a bit wronged under his gaze. "Greg, Ms. Kyte is now the president of the Kyte Group. She must be very busy. It's kind of her to come to Mr. Hamilton's funeral."
Greg's eyes darkened. It was good enough that Evelyn came. What more was he hoping for?
"Let's go eat," Greg said, turning away without more questions.
At the cemetery entrance, Evelyn got into the car. "Why are you here?"
She looked at Dermot, who was driving. He probably wasn't here for the funeral.
"I came to pick you up." This cemetery was remote. Dermot didn't feel at ease unless he picked up Evelyn.
Evelyn rolled her eyes. "Dermot, don't treat me like a three-year-old, okay? Do you think I'd get lost?"
"In my eyes, you'll always be a child." He was willing to treat her like a child and spoil her forever.
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