Chapter 437 Matters Concerning Evelyn Are More Important
"Torontow has another nickname—The Lawless Land. The fact that Lloyd is heading there indicates he is familiar with the place, and perhaps he has accomplices waiting for him there."
"So, we can't take this trip lightly; it could be very dangerous."
After saying this, both of them looked quite serious.
At this moment, another call came in. It was Patrick.
Edward, with a heavy brow, hung up Eric's call and answered Patrick's.
"Edward, tomorrow afternoon, the chairman of Mythorica's Journey Group will have a remote conference with us. It's about the future strategic cooperation between our two major groups and the future development of the Wellington Group in Mythorica. You and I must attend," Patrick ordered coldly.
Without hesitation, Edward said, "Tomorrow, I have something important to do and can't attend."
"What did you say? What could be more important than this? Whatever you have, you must reschedule it!" Patrick slammed the table in anger.
"In any case, I can't attend tomorrow," Edward repeated expressionlessly.
In his eyes, nothing was more important than matters related to Evelyn.
Patrick roared furiously, "You are the CEO of the Wellington Group. How can you be so irresponsible? What use are you as CEO then!"
"Yes, what use indeed," Edward smirked, his aura oppressive even over the phone. "It's not much use, except that it made you the richest man in Mugden ten years faster."
"You!" Patrick was choked with anger, unable to respond.
Indeed, if it weren't for Byron's keen eye in appointing the talented Edward as CEO, who knew how many more years it would take to compete with the Alexander Group?
"Do you have anything else? If not, I have other matters to attend to. I'll hang up now."
"Edward, your neglect and inaction are very serious. One day, you will have to answer for your choices!"
With that, Patrick hung up.
Edward looked at the darkened screen, a fearless and relieved smile on his face.
He did care about the Wellington Group.
It was a business he had built through sleepless nights, sacrificing all his time, living like a precision clock.
But still, he chose Evelyn without hesitation.
Nothing was more important than her.
The next day, both of them got up early to wash and have breakfast.
They changed into formal attire for the funeral and left the house together.
At the villa entrance, they stood side by side, looking at each other.
Edward gazed deeply at Evelyn, and Evelyn looked back at him without blinking.
Today, Evelyn was still wearing the black suit she designed herself, but her lips were not painted with her signature bold red.
Beautiful and composed, her expression still subtly conveyed a sense of sorrow.
Edward's thin lips pressed together; he had always wanted to tell her.
After their divorce, when he first saw her in a suit with red lips at the auction, his heart had pounded fiercely.
"Good morning, Mr. Wellington," Evelyn called softly.
"Good morning, Evelyn," Edward responded gently.
"Let's go."
Her words made Edward's eyes moist and his blood boil.
William was still recovering in the hospital, so Bart came to pick them up.
Sitting in the back seat, Edward took a deep breath and gently held Evelyn's cool hand.
She didn't pull away, letting him hold her hand, intertwining their fingers, feeling his unique warmth.
"Eric insisted on coming, but I didn't let him," Edward said in a low voice.
"I understand your intention. Eric is now living with Molly every day. He's afraid Molly will notice something and feel very upset."
Evelyn sighed softly, "After all, Kimberly took care of Molly for so long. They had become friends beyond the master-servant relationship."
Her voice dropped, bringing a hint of a sob.
"Evelyn, don't cry."
Edward's heart ached, his organs twisting in pain. He lifted his strong arm, gently pulling Evelyn's trembling shoulders into his embrace, comforting her, "Kimberly wouldn't want us to be so sad for her."
"She would want to see the beautiful and strong Ms. Taylor. Don't let her down, and don't let those evil killers see our weakness."
Evelyn rested her forehead on his chest, feeling strength flow back into her, and nodded heavily.
The Taylor family prepared the highest standard of funeral for Kimberly, with the best arrangements, showing utmost respect for the deceased.
The names on the wreaths at the entrance were notable not just in Mugden but nationwide, including the Taylor family, the Wellington family, and the Clark family, all heavyweight names.
Although Gilbert didn't come, he sent a wreath, placed conspicuously.
"Gilbert is cunning." Simon stood at the entrance, sneering at the wreath from the Alexander family, "Anyone who doesn't know might think someone from the Alexander family passed away, with such a big, eye-catching wreath."
"Quick, send someone to move it to the back; it's blocking ours!"
Landon patted his shoulder, shaking his head, "Forget it. Even if there's an ulterior motive, it's still a gesture. Let's not appear so petty and intolerant."
Today, Landon, Simon, Peter, and Ulysses were all present, and even William came in a wheelchair, pushed by Jennifer.
Recently, Jennifer had learned about William's injury and cried her heart out at the hospital.
She took leave from school and stayed by William's side, taking care of him. Feeding him, wiping him, helping him to the bathroom, almost like his wife.
With Jennifer's care, William recovered well, but he still needed crutches or a wheelchair to get around.
"William, why are you here?"
Landon hurried over, "You need to rest. If Evelyn sees you moving around, she'll be angry."
William's clear eyes were full of sorrow. "Kimberly was Evelyn's savior and meant a lot to me, too. How could I not attend her funeral? I would crawl here if I had to."
Simon also came over, teasing Jennifer, "Jennifer, why didn't you control your Mr. Flynn?"
William and Jennifer blushed at these words.
Especially Jennifer, her face turned red, stammering, "I-I can't control him."
"That's not right."
Ulysses shook his head, joining in the teasing, "A daughter of the Taylor family must be able to handle both the scene and the man."
"Isn't that right, Mr. Flynn?"
William coughed lightly, answering honestly, "You're right, Mr. Taylor."
At this moment, someone announced from outside.
"Ms. Taylor has arrived!"
"The CEO of the Wellington Group, Mr. Wellington, has arrived!"
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