Sweet Subterfuge

Chapter 982

Larissa thought that Kevan wanted to take her lo some banquet, which was why he specialy prepared a gown for her. But when she opened the paor bag, she found that it was a long, black velvet dress.

The dress was so plain that it did not appear suitable for something like a banquet.

It looked more like-

Shocked, Larissa threw down the things in her hand and ran to ask Flint, “Did someone in the Rogers family–pass away?” Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Flint let out a soft noise of acknowledgment. His face showed the right amount of sadness. “It’s the little miss.”

The Rogers lamily’s little miss…

Larissa thought about it for a very long time before she finally figured it out. “Bethany Rogers?”

Flint let out another soft noise of acknowledgment.

Larissa was so shocked. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. “S–Shr

The last time Larssa had heard of Bethany, it was when the child had been kidnapped with the kidnapper demanding a huge ransom.

The news never said what happened after that, and Larissa never asked Kevan either. But from the way Kevan acted, he should have saved the child. But why

Although Larissa did not like Bethany–she quite hated her in fact, Bethany was still a child that was about Asler’s age. Moreover, the early passing of a child was always an unfortunate thing.

Flint seemed to know what Larissa wanted to ask, but he did not respond directly. He said. “Mr. Rogers will tell you the details in person.” “Alright.” Larissa forced down all the questions she had. She went back to her room and changed into that black dress.

The place that Flint took Larissa to was a funeral name that was near a cemetery in the suburbs.

The parking space close to the funeral home was full of luxury

“There are many quests paying their respects to the tile miss today.” Flint said as he opened the car door for Larissa, “I’ll take you inside.”

The funeral home held multiple services every day. The hall that the Rogers rented was the biggest one the funeral home had. The llawer wreaths brought by the guests were overllowing out of the door. When Larissa arrived, she saw many plainly dressed people coming in and out of the hal

The thick smell of incense filled the whole hall Everyone looked sad, and the place was so quiet that one could even hear the low murmurs of the guests comforting the family members,

Larissa easily saw the large portrait of Bethany hanging right in the middle of the wall opposite her. A lively child had been changed into a black–and–while portrait, and there was still a bright smile on her face. Seeing this, Larissa surprisingly felt like crying.

Beneath the portrait was Bethany’s coffin. It was surrounded by bunches of little llowers.

Kevan and Anthony were standing together on one side of the collin to receive the guests coming over to pay their respects.

Sadness could be seen on Anthony’s lace, but Kevan was expressionless.

Larissa did not know if he was just naturally like that, or if Kevan really felt nothing for Bethany’s passing.

“Mr. Rogers, Mrs. Rogers is here. Flint took a few steps lorward to whisper to Kevan.