My Sleeping Beauty Husband

Chapter 168

My Sleeping Beauty Husband by Lyanna Nichols Chapter 168 The Funeral

Alston and the others waited at the door, listening to the messy sound inside. Then, they heard a woman’s footsteps. and saw Rosalia rushing over.

She stopped when she saw them, panting, “Alston, Cynthia… how is she?”

Alston helped her to sit on the bench and said in a low voice, “Not good, I’m afraid. When she was foun d, she overdosed, and her body was completely damaged. The doctors saved her and said she might d ie suddenly anytime. And her drug addiction just kicked in again…”

Before he finished speaking, Rosalia knew that Stella might not be able to make it through this time. A t race of worry flashed in her eyes. She lowered her head and said nothing, but Cynthia could tell from h er tightly clasped hands that she was very nervous and worried.

After all, Stella was her sister. Although they had not been in touch for so many years, all their grudges didn’t seem important anymore since Stella was dying.

Everyone waited anxiously. After a while, the door opened, and the doctor came out. Everyone immedi ately rushed

over.

“Doctor, how is she? Is she okay?” Rosalia looked worried.

The doctor took off his mask and shook his head, “Say goodbye to her.”

Rosalia suddenly collapsed to the ground. Alston immediately stepped forward to support her. “Auntie, calm down.”

Rosalia felt she was slammed in the head by the doctor’s words and couldn’t calm down for a long time . How could it be possible? How could Stella die? How could such an arrogant and overbearing woman die so easily?

Her eyes were red, and she stumbled towards the ward. Alston, Cynthia, and the others followed with t he children in

their arms.

Rosalia looked at Stella, who was lying weak on the bed, and was stunned, “How did you become like t his!”

“Rosalia!” Stella looked at her with a smile and called out softly.

Rosalia’s tears fell instantly. They had a very good relationship when they were young. Stella was a few years older than her and had always taken care of her, but she didn’t know when their relationship started to change.

Stella was jealous that Rosalia was good– looking and smart. All her family liked her, and she could’ve married Bryan. Stella was secretly jealous of everything about her younger sister, and their worsened relationship finally led to the

current situation.

Stella stretched out towards her, and Rosalia slowly walked over and held her hand. One hand was fair and tender as a

young girl, and the other was as dry and sallow as an old woman.

Stella looked down and sighed after a long time. “I’m so old, but you are still beautiful and young.”

There was no jealousy on her face, and she was very calm. “I have been jealous of you for many years , and I shamelessly stole your marriage. Rosalia, I’m sorry!”

The tears on Rosalia’s face kept rolling down. She shook her head and sobbed. “It’s all over.” Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Stella stretched out her hand cautiously and wiped away the tears on Rosalia’s face. “No, it’s not. I stol e your marriage, and it was my fault. Rosalia, I still want to say sorry to you. Everything I have right no w is my retribution, and I have to bear the blame.”

Rosalia couldn’t stop crying. Her eyes were red with tears, and she couldn’t say anything.

‘Rosalia, you still like to cry a lot. Now that you are in charge of the Brooks family, I thought you were m uch stronger than when you were a child!”

Stella smiled and patted her hand. The two seem to have returned to the time when they were young a nd loved each

other. At that time, Rosalia was very timid and liked to cry after being bullied. Stella always stood in fron t of her to protect and comfort her.

As time passed by, Stella’s life was about to reach its end. She glanced at Rosalia reluctantly. Behind h er stood Alston

and Cynthia, who were holding the children.

She looked over one by one and finally fixed her gaze on two babies looking at her curiously. They didn ’t know that

she was about to leave this world. Their eyes were clear and beautiful, they looked at her innocently, and Keller was still giggling at her.

Stella was unwilling to die. She hadn’t seen enough of the lovely babies, but she didn’t have a chance t o see them grow

up.

In this life, she wasn’t a good daughter, a good sister, a good wife, a good mother, or a kind mother–in– law.

In this life, she seemed to have done nothing well. If there were an afterlife, she would apologize to eve ryone she had

been sorry for, no matter what.

Her breathing gradually weakened. Her hand holding Rosalia’s slid down and hung on the side of the bed.

Stella let out her last breath. “Bryan, I’ll finally see you again.”

A tear rolled down from the corner of her eye.

Rosalia shouted in a panic. “Stella, wake up! Stella! Sister!”

Then there was a sad cry. Rosalia was known for her elegance and abilities. But now her hair was messy, and she was

crying out of breath in front of the bed.

Cynthia felt sad, and tears kept streaming down her face.

Desmond seemed to feel his mom’s sadness. He had always been emotionless, but now he tried hard t o move his chubby body closer to her and touched her tear–stained face to comfort her.

The sad atmosphere in the ward infected Keller. She pouted, her cheeks bulging while her black eyes fi lled with tears.

Then, she cried out loudly.

Alston coaxed Keller in a hurry. “Hush. It’s alright, Keller. Don’t cry.”

Cynthia glanced at Alston. Although his expression was still indifferent as usual, she could still notice the difference. Alston’s nose was slightly red, the corners of his eyes were moist, and even his usually steady voice was trembling.

Stella passed away, and Alston was busy these days. There was no funeral and no ceremony. She was directly

cremated, and her ashes were buried next to Bryan’s cemetery.

This was Stella’s request before she died. She had lived a disgraceful life and did not want a funeral.

Clare was caring for his grandson at home leisurely when he received the news of Stella’s death. He w as stunned.

They had never seen each other since the last press conference.

He knew Stella and Alston’s relationship was broken, but Alston would not ignore her. He thought Stella ’s living quality would not be as good as before, but she would live well anyway.

He never thought that she would die so soon.

He asked someone to take the kid away and walked around the house restlessly. He had harmed and used many people

in his life. Stella had always been a pawn in his hand from the beginning, and he could throw her away whenever she

became useless.

But for some reason, upon hearing the news of her death, Clare felt a little guilt in his heart.

He used the others, and the others took some benefits from him as well. But Stella was different becaus

wanted was his love. She had longed for love since she was a child, and she would be satisfied even wi

it.

Clare took advantage of her desire and tricked her into falling in love with him. He used her and let her d

disgraceful things to deal with Bryan and Alston.

He had had many women. After Ivan’s mother died early, Stella was the only woman who didn’t care abo

wealth, or money.

He kept pacing in the room and sighed for a long time. Then, he called his assistant. “Where is Stella’s c

He had caused her such misery, so he had to say goodbye to her.

It was raining on the day of the burial, and the weather was freezing. Cynthia was still weak after giving

Alston went alone and asked her to stay home.

Cynthia had a bad feeling because Alston hadn’t come home all day.

After Mrs. Lewis put the children to sleep, she asked someone to prepare a car and went to the cemeter

The rain was still drizzling in the morning, but now it was raining cats and dogs. And the raindrops fell on

umbrella heavily.

When Cynthia arrived at the cemetery entrance, she saw Greg waiting outside. “Greg, is Alston still insid

Seeing her coming, Greg looked anxious. “Mrs. Smith, why did you come here under such heavy rain? W

sick!”

“It’s okay; I’m wearing thick clothes. I’m not cold at all.”

Cynthia knew she was still weak, so she put on many clothes to ensure the others wouldn’t worry about

Greg was relieved. “Yes, he is still inside. It’s been a long time, and he hasn’t come out. He told us to sta

“I’ll go and have a look!” Cynthia entered the cemetery with an umbrella.

She knew the location because Alston once brought her to visit Bryan’s cemetery. When she arrived and over quickly.