Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 158: Chapter 158

York looked at me pretending to be calm and sneered. He put down the ice pack in his hand and walked toward me. He reminded me, "Natalia, you're my sister after all. I wanted to tell you the truth out of kindness. However, since you want to be a stupid woman, just be it."
The next instant, he brushed past me and walked out of the lounge.
I stood where I was but couldn't come back to my senses for a long time. Anyone who passed by would see me in a daze.
This was the first time I heard the name Clarissa. It was also the first time I knew that Diana had a twin sister.
York had no reason to fabricate such a thing. After all, it couldn't withstand scrutiny. But I had never heard Quinn mention it.
I tried my best to adjust my mood, not wanting Shirley to see through my anxiety and worry.
After entertaining Mary's relatives and friends, I did not go home. Instead, I stayed with Shirley in the mourning hall all night.
Shirley knew that Mary was a devout Christian, so she specifically arranged for a priest to come over and also held a vigil, reading the Bible to Mary throughout the night.
It was impossible for me to leave Shirley to do this alone. Hence, I sent a message to Quinn and briefly explained the reason why I was not going home tonight.
There were several times when I typed the name "Clarissa" in the dialog box, but I deleted it completely and temporarily suppressed this confusion in my heart.
I was willing to believe Quinn. Now wasn't the best time to ask. At the very least, we could slowly ask about these details after Mary was cremated and buried.
On the night of the vigil, the sound of Bible reading filled the air in the memorial hall. York and I stayed by the casket, while Shirley, visibly exhausted and tearful, refused to leave. She read from the Bible, her gaze fixed as she gently touched the casket.
Seeing Shirley like this, I felt upset.
On the other hand, Ben was sleeping on his knees. It was as if the chanting in the mourning hall was a lullaby. He would even purse his lips and smile from time to time as if he was immersed in some beautiful dream.
At that moment, I realized that Ben was not only selfish and lascivious, but even the last remnants of goodness within him had completely vanished.
In the latter half of the night, I tried to persuade Shirley to go to the lounge to rest, but she refused.
On the other hand, Ben's head drooped and he suddenly woke up. He looked at the mourning hall with a dazed gaze and frowned before reminding Shirley in a hoarse voice.
"Natalia is concerned about you. We have to cremate Mary tomorrow morning. Go rest and recuperate," Ben suggested.
Shirley shook her head in silence.
I was afraid that Shirley would not be able to hold on any longer, so I got up and got Shirley a vitamin pill. However, when I returned with the vitamin pill, Ben was already gone.
"Where's Dad?" I asked York.
York was arranging the flowers. He said indifferently, "Perhaps he went out to smoke to refresh himself."
However, Ben's so-called smoke refreshment lasted until dawn before he returned to the mourning hall.
At 7:30 in the morning, our family sent Mary to be cremated.
According to Shirley's request, the real reason for Mary's death was not announced to the public. Family and friends who paid their respects also thought that Mary had died of a heart attack.
As for the onlookers who saw Quinn fighting with York in the mourning hall, even if they were curious, they couldn't guess the real reason.
Only we knew what the igniting cord was for Mary's sudden death.