Feel the Way You Feel, My Love
Chapter 593

Soon, the invites were sent out, and Shane also instructed his subordinates to make arrangements with the cemetery. The only thing left to do was to wait for the funeral itself. Natalie decided to hold the funeral two days later.

During these two days, besides choosing a casket for Yulia, there were also other arrangements to take care of. Hence, everything was rather rushed.

Stanley and Joyce, who were overseas, received the invites sent out by Jared. They did not believe it at first, thinking it was some kind of prank, so they called to ask him directly, only to replace out that Yulia had really passed away.

It took them quite some time to recover from their shock. Then, they started packing their things and rushed back to the country to attend the funeral.

During the funeral, Natalie broke down in tears again and later fainted from excessive crying.

By the time she woke up, the funeral was already over.

Shane brought a cup of honey water to her as she lay weakly in bed. "Here. Drink some."

Natalie shook her head with a forlorn expression.

Shane did not insist either, placing the cup on the bedside. "Alright. You can drink it later then."

Natalie hummed in acknowledgement.

Shane stood by the bed and trained his eyes on her. "I know you're sad, but your mom is gone, and her funeral's over, so it's time for you to get back on your feet. You can't go on like this. You still have me, Jared, and the two kids."

He wanted her to know that she wasn't alone.

Natalie slowly lifted her gaze to look at him but remained silent.

After a while, she leaned to the side to grab the cup of honey water, then took a sip before saying, "I understand what you mean. Don't worry. I'll be fine. I'll replace a way to get back on my feet." "That's good to know." Shane leaned forward to plant a feather-light kiss on her forehead. "Rest some more. You haven't been eating much in the past two days. Jackson said you're slightly anemic." "Okay." Natalie nodded.

Shane left after that.

As soon as he emerged from the room, he was stopped by Joyce.

"Mr. Shane, is Nat okay?" Joyce asked with concern.

Shane cast a cursory glance at her, then at Jared who was next to her. Finally, he narrowed his eyes and pinned Stanley a frosty look.

A dark glint fleeted across Stanley's eyes before he broke into a smile. "What's with the look, Mr. Shane? I already apologized to you for what happened last time. Besides, it's not like I can do anything now tha Nat's already married to you."

"Last time?" Jasmine tilted his head in puzzlement. "Shane, what happened between you and Stanley last time?"

Shane did not answer him. Instead, he shifted his gaze back to Joyce and uttered, "She's fine."

"Really? That's great." Joyce patted her chest in relief, then said with a wave of her hand, "Okay then. Let's get going now. We might disturb Nat's rest if we keep hanging around here."

"Joyce is right." Jared nodded and followed Joyce down the stairs with Shane and Stanley bringing up the rear.

Shane shot the latter a sideways glance and warned, "You better mean what you said earlier and stop having funny thoughts about Natalie or else..."

"Or else what?" Stanley maintained the smile on his face, not at all fazed by his threat.

Shane pursed his lips. "Or else I'll make you wish you were never born. Even your mental illness won't stop me."

"I see. I'll keep that in mind, then." Stanley pushed up his glasses.

Shane ignored him henceforth, walking ahead of him down the stairs.

As Stanley watched his back profile, the smile on his face gradually vanished, and behind his glasses, his eyes turned ominous.

But soon, the smile returned to his face and his eyes softened once again, as though the change just now was nothing but an illusion.

Since his treatment overseas was still ongoing, he left that night itself.

It was already the next day when Natalie found out about his departure.

But she did not show much of a reaction, merely nodding her head because she felt that it was better this way.

She was still wary of him because of the previous incident. Even though she had forgiven him during their last phone call, she no longer knew how to act around him.