Rosemary moved forward, helping Grandma Stacy up, and said to her, "Grandma Stacy, take care of yourself."
Even though Rosemary was the one hurting the most, as the main person in charge of the funeral, she had to comfort all the guests.
"Rosemary, I am so heartbroken. Your Grandma just called not long ago, saying that after her surgery and recovery, she would co to see ." Grandma Stacy sobbed uncontrollably, "How could this happen?"
"Grandma Stacy, the floor is cold; get up first." Rosemary tried to help her up, but Grandma Stacy was too distraught to stand.
Rosemary held tightly onto Grandma Stacy’s wrist and, observing her complexion, realized that she was extrely weak.
"She told that her husband had co to get her, and she had no regrets in her life."
Grandma Stacy continued to sit on the floor crying; Rosemary could only gently comfort her, waiting for her to recover a bit before helping her sit in a nearby chair.
The funeral venue was decorated in black and white, appearing very solemn.
Many of those who ca to the funeral noticed that Rosemary had grown up. She greeted the guests like a mature adult, and despite the sadness in her eyes, she seed capable of handling everything on her own.
Despite being only eighteen, Rosemary was the most composed person on the scene.
After a while, Alberto Rollins arrived. In just a day, his hair had turned completely white, and he looked lifeless.
His expression was full of sorrow, and the light had gone out of his eyes. An assistant supported him, and he walked into the cetery with a cane, looking like a walking corpse.
Rosemary could feel his sorrow, so she gently put her hand on his arm. He nodded in response and was helped inside.
By ten o’clock, everyone had arrived. Rosemary first announced that Attlee was not Grace’s biological son, which shocked all the guests.
The reason Rosemary made this announcent was, on the one hand, that she hoped Grace would know that it wasn’t because she wasn’t a good parent but rather because Attlee wasn’t her biological son, hence he naturally didn’t possess the traits of the Harris family.
On the other hand, it was to let all the friends and relatives of the Harris family know that they didn’t need to treat Attlee as one of them.
Next, Rosemary announced the fact that Grace had been brutally treated by Olga, leading to her death, and the persecution Attlee and Olga had imposed on those around Grace. Rosemary expressed these facts clearly and concisely, shocking all the guests once again.
So of the guests had attended the engagent party the day before and had seen the video of Olga bullying Grace, so they told their friends and relatives about it.
After hearing this, people were red in the face with anger!
Finally, Rosemary succinctly recounted Grace’s life and in front of everyone, had Grace placed in the coffin for burial.
The sound of sobbing filled the air again, seemingly expressing their reluctance to let go.
As the coffin was sealed, the crying beca louder, gradually turning into mournful wails.
Grandma Stacy cried so hard that she nearly fainted several tis.
Rosemary led the crowd, watching the coffin being lowered into the grave.
She stepped forward, bowed deeply, and said earnestly, "Grandma, don’t worry; I will stay strong and live on."
The crying behind Rosemary grew louder and louder.
Images of happy monts with her grandma flashed through Rosemary’s mind.
However, despite her overwhelming sorrow, she didn’t shed a single tear.
After the tombstone was erected, Rosemary and all the guests bowed to Grace.
The guests all put their flowers together and then brought them over to Rosemary.
Rosemary placed the flowers in front of Grace’s tombstone, and then she took out sothing she had prepared herself.
"These are famous tourist attractions from around the world. I originally wanted to take you to see them. With Grandpa by your side, you could go anywhere you wanted. I’ve even mapped out a route for you to follow."
She held back her tears as she placed these travel brochures, as well as a scarf that Grandpa Alberto had knitted for Grandma, in front of Grace’s tombstone.
Just then, a figure ca rushing over, crying out in grief, "Grandma, I can’t bear to let you go."
Hearing this, a look of displeasure flashed across Rosemary’s eyes. She turned to look at a staff mber.
Distracted by Rosemary’s grief, the staff mber had let his guard down, and Yolanda had snuck in.
Yolanda tried to rush towards the tombstone, but Rosemary blocked her way. "Don’t disturb my grandma."
"Rosemary, I’m also Grandma’s granddaughter. You held a funeral but didn’t invite or inform my parents. You invited all the relatives and friends of the Harris family, but not a single mber of our family! How could you do this?"
Before Yolanda could finish, Rosemary cut her off coldly: "Does Grandma acknowledge you as her granddaughter? Do you have any blood relations with the Harris family? Do you need other guests to tell you how Grandma died?"
Yolanda didn’t expect Rosemary to embarrass her in public. She gritted her teeth and said, "I regard her as my grandma. I know about Grandma’s death; my mom bears inescapable responsibility. I ca today to apologize to Grandma on behalf of my mom."
"Get her out of here." Rosemary didn’t want to see her or hear her nonsense.
Two staff mbers imdiately grabbed Yolanda by the arms.
The other guests were all blaming her for her shalessness. Grace was already gone, yet she still ca to disturb her peace.
So that was her real purpose for coming today!
Just when Rosemary was about to blow her top.
If it hadn’t been for soone telling her about the engagent banquet, she would have never suspected that Grace’s death was related to Yolanda’s family!
They were the ones who kept pestering Grace for shares and savings. It was Olga who hit Grace and tortured her, leading to her heart attack and rupture.
And now this girl dared to attend the funeral and expected Rosemary to let her parents off the hook?
Absolutely shaless!
Yolanda had originally planned to go to Grandma’s tombstone to complain and then try to win people over with a sob story, hoping that with the help of other relatives, Rosemary would stop going after Attlee and Olga.
Yolanda didn’t expect all the guests to be blaming her and scolding her.
The staff mbers chased her out of the cetery, even hitting her. Her injuries worsened, and she was in imnse pain.
Rosemary’s gaze returned to the photo on the tombstone, her anger gradually fading, leaving only deep sadness and reluctance.
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