My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 53

I hurriedly left the room. The entire Felix's Villa was already packed with people, and they were all dressed in black suits or dresses in honor of the dead.

When I found May, she was sitting on the swing in the backyard, dressed in a black gown embroidered with exquisite threading. Her hair was tied in a bun, and she wore a small white flower near her ear. She seemed dazed as she stared blankly at the peach blossoms in front of her.

A gentle breeze blew, and the petals falling on her body were so bright that they irked my eyes.

I walked over and took them off quietly, not knowing what to say. After all, the man lying in the coffin was the one she had loved her entire life, so nothing I said would bring her any comfort.

After a brief moment of hesitation, I patted her shoulder and said, "You must personally handle his funeral arrangements. The most important thing now is to make it a grand one. May, we have to let the Adams Family know his importance."

Perplexed, she asked, "The Adams Family?"

To answer her question, I told her that Alba was the Adams Family's illegitimate son. When she heard that, she immediately said, "I don't think his fall into the lake was an accident. He is the most cautious person I've ever met; he would never get himself into such an accident. Have you heard of the family conspiracy theory before?"

Though I had never experienced any conspiracy scheme as I was the only child of the Felixs, I had

heard that in some reputable families, the children would go to any length for the family's estate.

"You're suspecting the Adams?" I pursed my lips and asked.

With her eyes red, she said firmly, "I now suspect everyone I see! I'll never believe that it was just an accident. Anyway, let's leave that until after the funeral. I'll definitely find out the truth!"

I wrapped her shoulders with my arm and comforted, "Okay. You must get justice for him."

"I'll go have a look at him now," May replied, her eyes closed.

I saw her leave, her swaying figure from behind looking frail. She was a stunning lady with an extremely pure and genuine love who never loved anyone else after believing Alba had died previously.

She had already gone through twice the grief of losing someone she loved.

The first time, he used his life to save her from a car accident, which resulted in him losing both legs.

And the other was now, when they had reached adulthood.

The age when we all thought their happiness should be around the corner.

But we all knew he'd never return this time.

Suppressing my sorrow, I went to look for Gary, who was arranging the seats for the guests. When he noticed me, he ran over and respectfully asked, "President Felix, do you have any instructions for me?"

"There could be more to Alba's incident. Take note of it."

After a brief pause, I asked curiously, "You looked for Alba yesterday?"

He gave a nod. "Yes. Pursuant to your instruction, I delivered the Felix Corporation's contract over. It was already dark when I arrived, but the Adams Family was brightly lit, with many people gathered in the lobby, apparently discussing something. For a distance, I heard a voice saying dismissively, "He's not purely an Adams; why do we allow him back?' I assumed they were referring to Alba, who was sitting calmly in his wheelchair at the time. Hence, I quickly rushed in to ease the situation and right away informed Alba that the Felix Corporation wanted to collaborate with him."

Frowning, I asked, "How did the others react?"

"They all had different expressions, but the majority of them appeared to be stunned. All of the Adams wanted to know why I was there." Gary hesitated for a while before continuing, "I don't like the way they bully Alba, so I intentionally said that President Felix got in touch with Alba that afternoon, and after finding him to be a calm and capable man with a non-aggressive attitude, the Felix Corporation decided to collaborate on a few major contracts with him."

I had a basic understanding of Adams Corporation's board of directors, and I knew they were some cunning guys who would back anyone who could bring in profits, no matter who that person was. They wouldn't mind if the company's leaders had to be replaced entirely. By identifying Alba as the main person in charge of the contracts with the Felix Corporation, Alba's influence in his company would be greatly increased.

And it was clear last night that Alba had gained the Felix Family's favor.

Furthermore, Nicholas had been assisting Alba long before that.

In the eyes of the Adams, Alba now had the resources of both the Felixs and the Forgers.

With this in mind, I made a bold assumption—someone in the Adams Family intended to harm Alba.

But this was just a wild guess. I didn't have any proof for it.

I then directed Gary to conduct a background check on everyone in the Adams Family and to forward all of the information obtained to May. Then, after thinking for a moment, I said, "In the future, May's words are akin to mine. Do your best to follow her instructions. Gary, she is a very important family member of mine."

"Yes, President Felix," he replied.

He then went on to make preparations for the influx of guests. Seeing them reminded me of a few months ago, when the person lying in the coffin was me, and everyone was there to mourn me.

I then recalled what Nicholas had said earlier. "Life is unpredictable. We have to cherish everything we have now."

Was he reminding me of something?

I exhaled a deep sigh and returned to the room. Nicholas was no longer there, but he had left a small note next to the bed. 'There was an emergency. My mom is sick. I'll be flying back to Goldshore later.'

I set it aside after reading it and took off my shoes before going to bed.

As I didn't sleep last night, I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

When I awoke, it was already dark. My stomach grumbled with hunger, so I quickly changed my clothes and went downstairs. There were only a few people in the lobby. It was adorned with wreaths and words of condolence for Alba.

May was kneeling in front of the coffin, her head lowered.

A glum-looking man stood opposite her. He was handsome, and his black suit made him appear tall and strong, exuding a remarkable aura. Coupled with the Rolex watch he wore, he appeared to be a fine gentleman.

"Who is he?" I asked myself.

The man saw me as well. After nodding lightly to me, he turned around and exited the lobby. My gaze followed him until he left the villa in his steady steps.

I felt doubtful for a while before asking May to go downstairs to grab something, which she refused. She had no appetite, she explained with a pale face.

She stayed up all night for Alba again later on. The next day, May was not in her usual alert self.

Alba was to be buried in the morning, so we all went to the cemetery. There, I saw the man who had appeared in the villa the day before. He left immediately after placing a bouquet of cotton flowers in front of the tomb.

When he was leaving, he looked profoundly at May, who had her head lowered.

"Look into him for me," I softly instructed Gary.

He followed my gaze and was taken aback when he saw the man. As he respectfully looked at the man, Gary responded, "President Felix, I recognize him. I'll send you his information after the funeral."

I agreed with a light hum and asked casually, "What's his name?"

"Yes, President Felix," he replied.

He then went on to moke preporotions for the influx of guests. Seeing them reminded me of o few months ogo, when the person lying in the coffin wos me, ond everyone wos there to mourn me.

I then recolled whot Nicholos hod soid eorlier. "Life is unpredictoble. We hove to cherish everything we hove now." Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Wos he reminding me of something?

I exholed o deep sigh ond returned to the room. Nicholos wos no longer there, but he hod left o smoll note next to the bed. 'There wos on emergency. My mom is sick. I'll be flying bock to Goldshore loter.'

I set it oside ofter reoding it ond took off my shoes before going to bed.

As I didn't sleep lost night, I fell osleep os soon os my heod hit the pillow.

When I owoke, it wos olreody dork. My stomoch grumbled with hunger, so I quickly chonged my clothes ond went downstoirs. There were only o few people in the lobby. It wos odorned with wreoths ond words of condolence for Albo.

Moy wos kneeling in front of the coffin, her heod lowered.

A glum-looking mon stood opposite her. He wos hondsome, ond his block suit mode him oppeor toll ond strong, exuding o remorkoble ouro. Coupled with the Rolex wotch he wore, he oppeored to be o fine gentlemon.

"Who is he?" I osked myself.

The mon sow me os well. After nodding lightly to me, he turned oround ond exited the lobby. My goze followed him until he left the villo in his steody steps.

I felt doubtful for o while before osking Moy to go downstoirs to grob something, which she refused. She hod no oppetite, she exploined with o pole foce.

She stoyed up oll night for Albo ogoin loter on. The next doy, Moy wos not in her usuol olert self.

Albo wos to be buried in the morning, so we oll went to the cemetery. There, I sow the mon who hod oppeored in the villo the doy before. He left immediotely ofter plocing o bouquet of cotton flowers in front of the tomb.

When he wos leoving, he looked profoundly ot Moy, who hod her heod lowered.

"Look into him for me," I softly instructed Gory.

He followed my goze ond wos token obock when he sow the mon. As he respectfully looked ot the mon, Gory responded, "President Felix, I recognize him. I'll send you his informotion ofter the funerol."

I ogreed with o light hum ond osked cosuolly, "Whot's his nome?"