Chapter 1077
When the two were talking outside, Stella had already woken up.
Just listening to Liam's choked words, Stella felt as if she were being tortured.
A moment later, Liam left, and the door was pushed open.
Alexander came back, seeing that she was awake, he quickly walked over and sat beside her. "Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"
Stella hugged her knees and gently shook her head. She muttered, "Alexander, I just wanted to help someone. Why did Mason have to die because of my kindness?"
"It was an accident," Alexander comforted softly.
"It wasn't an accident," Stella said, her face pale, shaking her head again. "If I hadn't helped Patricia, or if I had taken Mason away from the church last time, he wouldn't have died."
After Stella finished speaking, she looked up at Alexander, tears welled up. "It was me! I killed Mason!"
She could no longer control the heart-wrenching pain. She burst into tears.
Alexander hurriedly hugged her. "It wasn't you, it really wasn't you."
Stella didn't know if she heard him. She continued to cry her heart out until the sky gradually darkened.
Aaron came over to inform them that tonight was Mason's final memorial service and asked if Stella and Alexander wanted to go.
Stella then got up and washed her face.
Accompanied by Alexander, she returned to the place where Mason's ceremony was being held.
The church members were all there.
Everyone gathered together to pray.
Stella knelt in a corner.
Her eyes fixed on Mason's photo, tears kept rolling down.
Alexander was beside her, praying for Mason along with everyone else.
The night gradually deepened, and then the sky slowly began to lighten, marking the end of the final memorial service.
Mason had no family.
In the end, the small urn was placed in the church's columbarium.
When Liam placed the urn inside, he wiped it clean with a tissue before carefully putting it in.
Afterwards, the church members gradually left, only Stella and Alexander remained.
Stella walked closer.
Inside the columbarium, there were many small compartments, each with a photo of the deceased on the door.
Stella reached out and gently touched Mason's photo.
She had many things to say.
She wanted to ask if he was scared, if it hurt, if he blamed her. But when the words reached her lips, she couldn't say a single word.
This whole day and night, she felt as if she were sick, unable to speak.
In the end, Stella still couldn't say anything. She placed the food she had bought for Mason on the table.
Sincerely and solemnly, she thought, 'Mason, let's meet again in the next life. We have a deal!'
As they left the columbarium, they found the sun outside was blinding, and it was another bright sunny day.
"Let's go to the room and get some sleep first," Alexander said gently.
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