NovelStartChapter 1568 Cremation
Vinson gazed at Aaron sombrely.
“Letsee her one last time."
Aaron didn’t want to start a fight with Vinson, lest Arielle couldn’t rest in peace. Hence, he was much gentler with his words
compared to before, although his demeanor still seemed a little aggressive from an outsider’s point of view.
Eventually, Vinson nodded.
Aaron walked toward the bed, his chest tightening as he peered at the woman covered in white cloth. Putting aside the fact that
she was his sister, he did want to change the country’s laws so he could marry her and live happily ever after with her.
His hands quivered involuntarily, and he simply didn’t have the courage to uncover the white cloth covering the woman's face.
Vinson felt sorry for the man, but a deep voice resonated in the room before he could say anything.
“Don’t look at her anymore, Aaron. Let the most beautiful version of her stay in your memories.”
Dylan had arrived at the crematorium. There was nothing but sorrow in his eyes, and his head was now full of gray hair in just a
matter of days. His appearance tugged at Vinson’s heartstrings. The latter yearned to ease Dylan's pain by telling him that Arielle
was fine, but he could only suppress those thoughts for the sake of their plan.
Aaron glanced at Dylan after hearing the latter's voice, and emotion swept through him as he noticed all the gray hair his father
now had. Then, he retracted his arm, heeding the older man’s advice.
After all the documents were ready, Vinson instructed the workers to cremate the body.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWith a nod, the workers began pushing the bed.
Dylan's eyes began to water as he watched the woman on the bed leave him further. That was his daughter—the only child whom
the woman he loved had given him.
Why didn’t | protect her? How could | have let her... Unable to control his emotions any longer, Dylan stepped forward, only to be
swiftly held back by Vinson, who shook his head at him.
With that, he closed his eyes in anguish, swearing to himself that he would find his daughter's killer no matter what it took.
Aaron's heart grew increasingly empty as he watched ‘Arielle’ approaching the cremator. | never would've brought her back if |
knew she'd end up like this.
Alas, it was too late. A tear trickled down the young man’s cheek as he shut his eyes.
Meanwhile, in the palace, the queen mother put down her papers upon hearing the news. “Are you sure Arielle’s dead? She's been
cremated?”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” replied Monisha as she poured the woman a glass of water. ‘Both His Majesty and His Royal Highness
attended the cremation. His Royal Highness even shed a tear.”
The queen mother’s brows furrowed. Aaron shed a tear? Does he like Arielle that much? Chanaean women are good at nothing but
seducing men!
She put her glass down as her eyes glinted coldly. Even if Arielle weren't her granddaughter, she would never let her grandson
marry a Chanaean woman.
“Inform the queen about this, and have her arrange Aaron’s marriage with Nico as soon as possible,” the old woman ordered.
“Yes, Your Majesty.” Monisha swiftly withdrew and relayed the queen mother’s instructions to the queen.
The queen mother received a phone call as soon as Monisha left.
“What? Really?” she asked animatedly, rising from her chair.
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