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Chapter 1048

    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chapter 1048 The Funeral</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She pressed send, but after waiting for quite some time, she still received no response.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">For some reason, Cecilia felt a bit uneasy, so she decided to call him.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The cold, mechanical voice of the automated customer service message echoed. “We’re sorry, the number you have dialed is currently switched off…”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nathaniel’s phone is switched off?</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia wanted to know what he was doing and thought about giving Mason a call. Just as she was about to do Vivian walked in through the door. “I’m here, Ceci.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Vivian slid under the covers. “So, has your boss found out about your performance yet?”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The interruption caused Cecilia to forget about calling Mason.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Of course. You guys are the best,” she praised sincerely.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Vivian took her hand. “I’ve realized now that being able to help you brings me immense joy and a great sense of aplishment.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia leaned on her shoulder. “Thank you, Vivian.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Cut that out. You should get some sleep. We have to go to the funeral parlor tomorrow,”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Oh, yes. Let’s sleep.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Tomorrow marked the final day of the vigil, and the day after, Pa would beid to rest. When the time came, all of the Escobar family’s rtives would gather</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Pa had never favored Cecilia, and as a result, the Escobar rtives shared that disdain. Even now, Cecilia hardly knew any of them, having been distanced from the family for so long.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She had made up her mind that tomorrow, she would reveal the truth to everyone at the funeral.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The following day, after breakfast, Cecilia left the house with Vivian.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Mommy, let us go with you,” Jonathan expressed, worried that his mother might be treated unfairly or bullied at the funeral.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Elliot also chimed in, “Yeah, Mommy, please take us with you. We promise to behave ourselves.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia didn’t want the two children to get involved in the adults‘ disputes. She was well aware that if they attended the funeral that day, they would certainly face a lot of criticism.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Behave yourselves and stay at home, okay? If you need anything, let Ms. Hills know.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Vivian also said, “That ce isn’t suitable for children.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia was pregnant and could barely take good care of herself. If the two kids were to be bullied as well, the two of them wouldn’t stand a chance against so many people.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">situation, he acquiesced.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Assured, only then did Cecilia and Vivian left.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The journey to the funeral home wasn’t particrly long, taking less than forty minutes to arrive.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Outside, a mourning notice had already been posted. Magnus, donned in traditional mourning attire, was receiving the arriving guests. Upon spotting Cecilia and Vivian, he immediately came over.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Magnus approached. “Cecilia, you’re here. I’ll have someone bring you your clothes.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia, however, rejected it. “I’m not wearing it.”</font></font>


    Wearing mourning clothes and showing devotion is a duty children owe to their parents. However, Cecilia was not Pa’s biological daughter, and over the years, she felt she had long since repaid any kindness Pa had shown her during her upbringing.


    Magnus sensed the tension. “I know Mom wasn’t kind to you when she was alive, but she was still our mother. How can you not wear the mourning attire? If the Escobar rtives see this, it won’t reflect well on you.”


    Magnus had changed significantly, maturing into a thoughtful young man. Cecilia felt a sense of contentment witnessing his growth.


    “Once everyone has gathered, I have something to share with all of you, especially with you,” Cecilia said, her tone serious.


    Magnus nodded. “All right, but for now, just wear your mourning attire.”


    Once again, Cecilia refused, “I’m not wearing it.”


    Vivian stepped in, her voice gentle yet firm. “Stop giving your sister a hard time.”This content is ? N?velDrama.Org.


    At that, Magnus reluctantly lowered his hand, a hint of awkwardness lingering in the air.


    Some of the Escobars took notice, pointing and whispering among themselves.
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