What?” Aeris stared at Drake in disbelief.
“She was my ex–wife, after all. I want to stay and attend her funeral.” Drake said without glancing at her, his voice heavy.
“No, no need to! You should just leave with Aeris,” Caden said coldly. “I doubt Lyra would be liking your presence.”
Drake took two steps back, turned his head to glance at my tombstone one last time, and finally left with Aeris.
I watched Drake’s retreating figure and silently said in my heart,
“Goodbye. And never again!”
After my funeral ended, my father called out to Caden.
“Caden, thank you for taking care of Lyra.” My father said.
“It was my duty. Compared to the contributions Lyra made for the Silver Moon Pack, it’s nothing.”
My father nodded and then handed Caden a document.
I saw the cover and immediately recognized it–it was the company share transfer agreement I had drafted with my lawyer after discovering that an unknown wolf toxin had poisoned me.
“This is what Lyra left for you,” my father said. “It states that if something happened to her, you would be entrusted with the company.”
Caden accepted the document, his hands trembling. He stared at my tomb, his eyes teary.
“So you knew all along that your wolf toxin was this severe, didn’t you? Then why did you still accept Drake’s rejection? If you’d told me earlier, I would never have let you do anything to hurt yourself!”
A tear fell onto the document.
