After Divorce I Became A Queen (Aurora and Sion)
Chapter 174 “She'S Still Alive.”

Chapter 174 "She's still alive."

The police had left.

David looked at the man standing by the river, whose sturdy figure was kind of vague in the night as if there was a veil surrounding him, taking away all the gloss on this man.

"Mr Carroll," he walked over and said, "it's too dark to continue salvaging at night, why don't you go back and get some rest?"

After a pause, he still said something that didn't quite fit his status, "After all, without your health, nothing else matters. If you collapse before you replace madam, won't it be more difficult?" Sion's eyes were fixed somewhere on the river. His thoughts were brought everywhere by the air floating with the river current. Only after a long time did he slowly turn around and said, "Let's go." David breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Mr Carroll, where to?"

"Go home."

David froze for a moment before realizing that Sion was talking about the place where he and Auraro used to live and said, "Yes, Mr Carroll."

Sion closed his eyes as he got in the car. His black feathery eyelashes fell on his lower eyelids, casting two black shadows.

The car drove for almost 40 minutes, and almost at the same time the car stopped, Sion opened his eyes and said to the front seat, "Go home to rest too."

"OK."

David was relieved, as long as Sion was willing to rest. The old chairman was still in the hospital, and if Sion was ill too, the Carroll Group would be in real jeopardy.

Sion returned to his familiar home alone as if nothing had happened. As he entered the house, he saw Aurora's shoes on the shoe cabinet at the entrance. At that moment, all his pretensions were removed, and he was chaotic inside again. As he paused there, every corner of his head would be filled with Aurora and that drove him crazy.

Sion strode towards the wine cabinet, picked up a bottle of red wine and drank it all in one gulp. Alcohol had always had some magical effect; if you took enough alcohol, it could erase the memory that you wanted to forget. In a trance, Sion felt a way that Aurora still lived in this house and kept him company.

Outside the window, the moon and stars were clear. The fierce storm of last night had gone away.

The house was littered with bottles and a drunken man.

A gentle and loving voice spilt out of the man's mouth.

"Aurora..."

Sion had never dared to call her softly, for he was trying to hide his secret, which, however, he wanted her to know.

Somehow, a blurry figure appeared in front of him. Aurora was sitting in her favourite lounger with a book and seemed to hear him calling out to her. She looked up at him with a smile.

"Aurora,"

Sion could not help but stand up and lunge towards the girl there. However, he fell on the ground heavily with his forehead hit hard on the cabinet.

"Aurora!"

He simply forgot the pain and anxiously turned back to replace her. The girl on the sofa disappeared without a trace as if she was avoiding him.

The pain in his forehead came clearly, and his nerves, paralyzed by alcohol, were steadied slightly.

The ache in his heart flooded him again.

She probably would not come back.

His eyes grew dim. Sion stumbled over and picked up the bottle to pour the liquor into his mouth. He only wished to see her once again.

Doing a lot more drinking, he felt that the figure in his mind gradually became clear. Every moment he shared with Aurora was flooding his mind, from their first acquaintance to now. And he could see that those quick smiles were fading away from her face.

"Aurora,"

"Aurora..."

Mumbling the name, he finally passed out without consciousness.

For a whole week, Sion spent the day with the salvage team on the river, asking around with the photos, and at night, numbing himself with alcohol.

David came over early in the morning and was about to ring the doorbell when he found the door unlocked. He pushed open the door and walked in, startled by the scene before him.

Bottles were all over the floor, and Sion was lying dishevelled surrounded by them.

"Mr Carroll!"

David hurriedly put down what he was holding and went over to help the man up.

"How much wine have you been drinking?"

At that moment, he thought that this was how Sion had spent so many days. The number of the wine bottles told him.

Sion opened his eyes in a moment of confusion. He blocked David with his hand and then raised his hand to pinch his brow.

"What time is it?"

"... 7:30."

Sion staggered to his feet and said while pressing the temples, "Go to the river."

David gave him a hand and said after a while, "Today is the seventh day of madam's death, Mr Doyle was holding her funeral at the Robertson Brick, ready for burial." Sion stopped in his tracks suddenly.

And he uttered after a long while, "Burial?"

"Burial for what?"

David looked at Sion, who looked so exhausted, feeling sorry for him.

"If there are no remains, her clothes can be buried."

"I told you there are no remains, she's still alive!"

Sion raised his head to look at David with his scarlet eyes.

"We haven't found her, have we? That means she's fine."

David moved his lips slightly but no words could come out.

Sion went back to his room to change his clothes, and then came out with a frigid face.

"You go back to the company, I will go by myself."

Except for his haggard face, Sion was no different from who he used to be at work.

David knew where Sion would go without asking more.

The Robertson brick had been empty for years. Albie had asked someone to clean the house ahead of time and now it looked like what it used to be when there were people living in there.

Albie was standing at the gate in a black suit with a white flower pinned to his chest, to greet those who came to offer their condolences.

When he saw Sion get out of the car, Albie smile ironically since he looked down upon the man who was walking near at that moment.

There had been several days when he did not see Sion, who now looked thinner and unshaven. But this man did not lose his brash exterior. Somehow, Albie could feel that Sion loved Aurora, however, that made him despise him more.

"What are you doing here?" asked Albie.

Sion looked at him with a cold gaze, "We didn't replace her, who asked you to hold a funeral?"

"Do you mean we'll never let her rest in peace if we can't replace her?" Albie questioned him in a sulky voice, "It's been a week, if we could replace her, she would have gotten back."

They could not leave Aurora's spirit without a place to return to because of Sion.

"She's still alive!" Sion said emotionally.

After saying that, he strode to the house.