Chapter 145 Funeral
"Take down all these reports and hot searches! Is the PR department full of dead people?" Darwin saw the hot search and erupted in anger. "She is just missing, not dead! No!"
"Darwin, have you lost your mind enough?" Wyatt came in from outside, with a scruffy beard and messy hair.
Darwin coldly glanced at him, "What are you here for?"
"The PR department's phones are blowing up with inquiries from major media outlets about Fiona." Wyatt's face turned grim. "I'm asking you, should we release the obituary?"
Darwin charged at him directly, grabbing Wyatt and slamming him against the wall. "She's not dead, why should we release an obituary?"
"Whether she's dead or not, don't you have any idea? How many times have you confirmed that she indeed boarded the plane? How could she survive if the plane crashed like that? Tell me, how could she survive?" Wyatt raised his hand and punched Darwin square in the face. He punched with all his might. The punch made Darwin take two steps back.
These past few days, he had been searching everywhere, not eating, drinking, or sleeping, visibly deteriorating.
"I'm asking you, what were you doing in Bay City that day?" Wyatt pointed at Darwin and asked.
Darwin’s whole body stiffened.
"If you stayed in Asia City and didn't suddenly return, maybe she wouldn't have gotten on the plane that afternoon." Wyatt gritted his teeth.
In Darwin's mind, a scene surfaced of Fiona's cold and distant demeanor when he left that day. Sharp pain pierced his heart again.
"I came today to tell you that Fiona's good friends are preparing for her funeral. Please, let her rest in peace and don't cause any trouble!" Wyatt straightened his shirt, disheveled by Darwin, turned around, and left in large strides.
Outside the window, snow fell gracefully. Wyatt looked up at the sky. In fact, like Darwin, Wyatt also didn't believe that Fiona was already dead. He always felt that she had completed her mission to escape from Darwin and was waiting in a corner of the world, ready to restart her life with her babes after giving birth.
Because there were no remains, only a few pieces of clothing were buried in the Serene City West Mountain Tomb for Fiona. Dagmar, who had gained freedom, as Fiona's brother, erected a tombstone for her.
On that day at West Mountain Tomb, it drizzled with snow. Dagmar knelt in front of the tombstone, crying uncontrollably regardless of his image. Some old neighbors watched from a distance, wiping their tears. There was also the caretaker, who was sobbing uncontrollably in the management room.
Ashton only made a hasty visit. She always believed it was her fault that Fiona's plane crashed. If it wasn't for her being discharged, Fiona wouldn't have decided to come back at the last minute. Burdened with guilt, Ashton, under her mother's consolation, ultimately chose to give up her life in the country and was already going through the immigration process.
She also went to see Darwin because she was afraid that he would retaliate in anger against her own family. Her own mother and adoptive father. However, Darwin didn't say anything.
Later, after a long, long time, Ashton finally learned that at that time, Darwin was just like her.
He took the responsibility for sending Fiona back on that flight upon himself.
If he hadn't left that morning, he naturally wouldn't have let Fiona leave, and in the end, it would have been Ashton flying over to accompany her. He was the guilty party. The one who disappointed Fiona in the end.
It was getting dark and Dagmar's knees were already numb from the cold. With the help of a friend, he struggled to stand up, but he kept his eyes fixed on Fiona's smiling face on the tombstone. He chose a photo of Fiona when she was seventeen.
At that time, grandma was still alive, the business hadn't gone down, and Fiona was happy every day. She had nothing to do with the person who confined and tortured her.
Leaving the cemetery, Dagmar saw Darwin from a distance. He was dressed in black, holding a black umbrella, standing in the rain like a hellish demon.
Fiona was gone. His own hands were useless too. Dagmar no longer had any fear of Darwin. He walked up to Darwin and looked at him, asking, "Mr. Solomon, I have only one question. Why did you leave her alone and take a private plane that morning?"
Darwin lowered his eyelids and remained silent.
Dagmar's tears, which had just stopped, surged again, "Do you know? Fiona used to be the happiest kid in our neighborhood, but what have you done to her?"
"A-ah, Dagmar, stop talking!" The friend next to Dagmar hated but also feared Darwin.
"Why can't I speak up? I'm not afraid of anyone now. He can take my life at most. Ha... this life already has no value. He can take it!"
Darwin glanced at Dagmar. He didn't say anything and walked straight into the cemetery.
"She wouldn't want to see you!"
After taking two steps, Darwin heard Dagmar's teeth-gritting voice. The veins on the hand holding the umbrella bulged because of the force applied. After a moment, Darwin ignored Dagmar's words.
He continued to stride forward into the cemetery like a shooting star.
No...She wasn't anywhere...How could she hold back from showing up? She was never one to leave her friends behind, right? For Dagmar, she would even fight him to the death. And Ashton, during this time, she was heartbroken.
When they had just left the cemetery, it was her stepfather's son who carried her on his back. Didn't Fiona care at all? Why did she have to hide. Come out, come out quickly. If you're alive, I won't confine you anymore, I'll give you freedom. As Darwin walked, the world suddenly started to spin in front of his eyes.
He felt a surge of sweetness in his throat and then he vomited blood. Darwin fell at the entrance of the cemetery. His chest was in excruciating pain, blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and he lay on his back, gazing at the hazy sky.
If...
If...
If you really went to another world, please, I beg you, tell me where that is so I can go find you, Fiona.
It hurts so much.
Day and night, every part of my body is in constant pain.
Longing feels like poison.
It seeps into every pore.
Fiona...
Come back...
Come back to me.
Dagmar watched as Darwin fell, but remained silent and motionless. He was about to leave when a door of a parked taxi by the roadside opened, and a slender woman, without even opening her umbrella, ran towards Darwin.
In an instant, Dagmar thought he must have mistaken who he saw. When the woman ran past him, he instinctively reached out to grab her.
"What are you doing!" The woman impatiently shook off his hand, calling out Darwin's name as she ran to his side.
Dagmar's hand felt weak now. Looking at his empty hand, he became dazed for a moment.
"It's not Fiona..." Although there is some resemblance, she is not as beautiful as Fiona and treats him too harshly. So this person must be! Dagmar froze, realizing who Fiona left behind as a substitute for Darwin.
Lilian rushed anxiously to Darwin's side. "Call an ambulance! Call an ambulance quickly!"
After shouting, she knelt beside him, her heart aching. "Darwin, are you okay?"
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