Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap
Chapter 461 Why Was She So Cruel

Jeffery pulled Marina over with a sulky face. He'd be scolding Dolores already if it weren't for a lot of people here. He let out a cold snort, "Why must he be here? Jolene is his birth mother. Why must he mourn for this woman?"

Samuel blinked his eyes and looked at this mean uncle who used to be amiable. He instinctively stood in front of Dolores.

Kevin couldn't keep his composure and came over. Dolores stopped him, and said in a low voice, "Let's forget about all the disputes for now, and let her go peacefully."

Kevin clenched his fists. A wave of anger was burning inside his heart, angry that Matthew wasn't here.

Today would be the last day they see Victoria away. As her son, how could he not be here!

In the midst of the drizzle, under the priest's prayer, Victoria's ashes were buried. Everyone present didn't make a sound, rending a melancholy atmosphere at the scene.

Dolores stopped tearing. She just stood there and watched silently. However, the two children beside her were choking and sobbing.

They saw Dolores put their grandmother's black-and-white photo in front of the tombstone. At that moment, they knew their grandmother had left them forever, and they would never see her again. Dolores rubbed the two children's heads and said, "Kowtow to grandma."

Everyone silently bowed three times in front of Victoria's tombstone and left accordingly. Before Dolores could walk away, Jeffery came up to her, "Matthew isn't here, so why are you here? Are you trying to show how filial you are? You should know your place by now."

Dolores stared at him with cold and sharp eyes, "I don't need you to tell me what I should or shouldn't do. And I sincerely hope that you have nothing to do with my mother's death."

Jeffery narrowed his eyes. He didn't expect Dolores would talk to him like that, and his face uncontrollably became sullen.

Jeffery's temper was bad and stubborn. Afraid that the two of them might quarrel, Marina quickly came over and pulled him away.

Dolores didn't bother to argue with him either. She held the hands of her two children and left.

The funeral session ended at noon. After Dolores bid all the guests farewell, she told Armand, "Send the two children back home first."

"Okay, call me if you need me." Armand took Simona in his arms, held Samuel's hand, and left the cemetery.

Dolores watched Armand took the two children away. Then, she turned around and looked at the tombstone behind her.

It was bleak and lonely.

With the passage of time, at this moment, Victoria's existence was erased without a trace.

Victoria would no longer exist in this world.

Boyce stood beside her and told her, "Jayden's sick, so Kevin sent him back."

Dolores only replied to him with a soft "um".

Her clothes were wet from the drizzling rain.

Boyce took off his jacket and put it over her shoulders.

He stood beside her, accompanying her.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind. "Can I pay my respects to her?"

Dolores turned around, and saw Charles behind her, sitting in a wheelchair, holding a bunch of white chrysanthemums in his arms. Tom stood behind his wheelchair, holding a black umbrella, standing at the bottom of the green stoned brick steps.

Dolores made way for him.

Charles was in a wheelchair, therefore it was inconvenient for him to go up the steps, so it was Tom who helped him put the bouquet of white chrysanthemums in front of the tombstone. He was deeply troubled with the problems in the company, therefore he looked very fatigued. When he heard of the news, the funeral was over when he rushed over.

"I have no other motives. I'm here on behalf of my foster father, Nathan. I hope she rest in peace."

Charles sat straight and deeply bowed three times at the tombstone, looking solemn and respectful. He looked at the black-and-white photo of the woman in front of the tombstone. Even though time had passed, the woman still looked graceful and gentle, "Let me introduce myself to you once again. I'm Charles White, the foster child of Nathan. My foster father was only in love with a person all his life, and he never got married. If you see him over there, give him a chance, so that he won't be too lonely."

After he finished his words, he stayed on the spot and mourned silently.

Then, he looked at Tom, "Let's go."

From the beginning to the end, he never looked at Dolores.

He said he wouldn't disturb her, so he did what he said. This time, he came to City B once again, just because this diseased woman was someone his foster father had once loved.

If it weren't for this matter, he would never have stepped into B city.

"According to the plan, even though there were a lot of passersby that day, however, other than the two people who had died from the car accident, we couldn't replace traces of other people," Boyce said indifferently.

Dolores curled her lips, "Isn't it strange for Jeffery to let me off so easily? For a stubborn person like him, Jolene is like a taboo to him, so how could he easily let go?"

Boyce knew what she meant. But right now, he had no evidence on hand.

"There will be a mistake as long as he tries to do something. There is no hurry." Dolores believed that it's a matter of time before Jeffery got the punishment that he deserved. Furthermore, she and Matthew were much younger than Jeffery. They would have all the time they need to replace the evidence for Jeffery's crime.

"Let's head back." The small drizzle seemed like it's going to turn into heavy rain.

Dolores replied with a "hmm", turned around and looked at Victoria's tombstone once again, then left together with Boyce.

It wasn't evening yet, however, due to the gloomy weather, the sky had already darkened, looking very dreary, as if a huge rain was going to fall anytime soon.

Armand and Boyce stayed at the villa. There were enough rooms for them, and they were also worried about Matthew. Moreover, Dolores was pregnant, and the two children were here too.

At least if they were there, they could add some liveliness to the gloomy atmosphere, and they could take care of Matthew, Dolores, and the two children.

The night restored its peace once again. In this season where spring was transitioning into summer, the rain had become much frequent, mixing with the wind, and blowing the white curtains. Only a dim yellow light was lit inside the study. Matthew sat alone here as if he's the only person in this whole wide world.

Victoria's gentle and quiet face was constantly flashing through Matthew's mind. He didn't have much memory of Victoria. After she moved into the Nelson family house, he had been avoiding her. When he grew up, he went to a boarding school. And after he graduated, he stayed outside and didn't go back at all.

He didn't go back home even if it was New Year.

Over these years, he had rarely been home. If it wasn't for Dolores, he wouldn't even have the chance to spend this brief period of time with Victoria.

In his hands was a picture that Jayden had given him. It was a photo of Victoria when she was young.

At this time, the study's door was gently pushed open. Dolores came in and saw Matthew sat under the dim yellow light, silently and attentively looking at the photo.

Her footsteps stopped, stood in front of the study desk, didn't know how to placate him.

Silence would probably be the best treatment at this moment.

He lowered his gaze. The dim light cast on his face, interlacing the light and shadow on his features. Dolores couldn't see his expression but could hear his hoarse voice, which sounded like a piece of paper torn by the wind, like traces of strand. He sounded as if he tried to forcefully repress himself but couldn't hold back, "I knew her identity before. I hated her for hiding it from me, and I resented her for letting me hate her for so long. I refused to face it, and I didn't want to forgive her... But why didn't she give me a little bit more time so that I could forgive her and just left like that..."

Dolores came up to him and hugged him tightly.

She didn't expect that his heart would ache so much knowing that Victoria passed away.

"I just need a little bit more time. She let me hate her for over twenty years, I just need a few more days..."

"Why was she so cruel? Why must she make me an unfilial son?"

"Why did she not wait for me to forgive her and address her as my mother? How could she leave just like that, leaving me behind again?"

He had lived the first half of his life in resentment, and now he had to spend the rest of his life in self-recrimination and regret?

Why did she treat him like this?"