His Precious Love novel Chapter 203

Chapter 203 The Funeral Of Julian
“Aren’t you worried that Wyatt would be jealous?” asked Rayna, clearly amused.
“Hmph! I don’t care if he’s jealous. I’m super mad at him now! He knows we’re good friends. He should’ve told us about Curtis’ schemes, but he kept us in the dark!”
“He’s very close with Curtis, after all,” said Rayna, pursing her lips. “Jessica, please help me find out when Julian’s funeral will be held when you go to work tomorrow.”
Jessica nodded in response.
Julian was a member of the Faymon family, so the news of his death spread like wildfire. The media thronged the hospital, but no one managed to find out what led to his death.
Jessica said, “I thought he was quite the jerk previously. Who knew he’d…”
Rayna’s heart ached.
Julian would have been fine if he had not taken that bullet for her. Unexpectedly, he had gone ahead and shielded her with his body.
Now, Rayna would forever be in his debt.
Jessica told Rayna she had applied for leave so that she could keep the latter company for the rest of the day. Rayna was touched by her warm gesture. Nevertheless, she did not feel like going back to her condominium, so she stayed at Linda’s for the time being.
When Rayna was browsing the internet, she came across news reports about Faymon Group.
After Sienna took over, Faymon Group’s share prices stabilized a little, but various controversies still surrounded it. Coupled with the sudden adjustment to the line-up of its management, everything was still up in the air for the group.
Rayna sneered as she took in the reports.
When she learned the truth, she finally knew how masterful Curtis was in setting people up. He must be up to something behind the scenes after he handed Faymon Group to Sienna and quit altogether.
As to what he had in mind, Rayna was not interested and did not want to know.
Jessica messaged Rayna that Julian’s funeral would be held in the Faymon family cemetery on the day after the next. Since Julian had worked in Faymon Group before, Faymon Group employees were allowed to attend his funeral.
The day after the next, huh?
Rayna gazed at the pair of pearl earrings she held in her palm. The pearls were white and perfectly round—they were exceptionally beautiful. Reminded of how Julian had died in her arms, Rayna sobbed soundlessly in grief.
On the morning of Julian’s funeral, Rayna put on a solemn black dress and a black funeral hat.
James was already waiting downstairs, fully clad in black as well. “Rayna, I’ll go with you. I want to thank him too.”
“Sure.”
The Faymon family cemetery was in the suburbs. It would take a two-and-a-half-hour car ride to get there. The ancestors of the Faymon family bought the plot of land fifty years ago, intending for all the Faymons to be buried in the same place after their passing.
When Rayna and James arrived, there were already a lot of cars in the outdoor parking lot.
Rayna’s gaze swept across the Pagani for one brief moment. With pursed lips, she entered the cemetery with James. From afar, they could see that many people had gathered there.
“Julian. Oh, Julian. My dear son…”
Rolanda, who was devastated and extremely haggard, came into Rayna’s view as the latter neared the crowd. She was crying her heart out in front of her son’s tombstone while others tried to console her.
Jessica approached with quick steps and whispered, “I think you shouldn’t have come, Nana. All of the Faymons are here. Look how pitiful Julian’s mom is.”
“Julian died for me. How could I not come?”
Jessica sighed at Rayna’s reply.
Rayna took a few steps forward and saw Curtis among the crowd. Dressed in a black suit and devoid of any expression, he sat still in his wheelchair. Somehow sensing Rayna’s gaze, he turned his head around, and their eyes met.
The moment Curtis saw Rayna, his eyes flickered, and there was a subtle change of emotion. There was guilt in his eyes.
Rayna quickly looked away with a disdainful sneer. She waited for those in front of her to finish paying their respects, then stepped forward and carefully laid down the white flower she had brought in front of Julian’s tombstone.
Julian’s photo on the tombstone showed him smiling lightly with a gentle gaze.
He seemed to be smiling at Rayna as she put her hand on his tombstone and mumbled, “I’m sorry.”
They had gotten married to each other for their own agendas. Despite that, Julian had treated Rayna fairly well throughout the year they were married. Except for that ugly row they had when they divorced, they had never fought with each other.
Because of Rayna, his life had come to a halt in its twenty-fifth year.
I’m sorry. If there is a next life for the both of us, I will marry you properly and only love you. Julian, I swear I’ll avenge you.
“Why have you come, Rayna?” Brooklyn was the first to notice her. “Julian’s dead because of you. He doesn’t want you here! Get lost!”
Rolanda, who was close to passing out from her intense sobbing, looked up upon hearing Brooklyn’s shrill voice.
As soon as her gaze landed on Rayna, intense hatred filled her eyes. She pushed away the person who was supporting her and launched herself at Rayna.
“Give me back my son! My son!” Rolanda wailed as she strangled Rayna, shaking the latter back and forth forcefully like a mad woman. “Give him back to me! You damned woman! Why weren’t you the one who died? Why? Why my son? He’s only twenty-five years old! Die! You should die! Return my son to me!”
Rolanda did not hold back at all. Rayna’s face turned purple from the lack of oxygen, but she did not resist the older woman’s assault.
Curtis’ gaze darkened. He was about to ask Wyatt to go over, but James was faster to react. James yanked Rolanda away roughly and shielded Rayna from her.
“I’m sorry for your loss, but my sister is a victim too,” said James solemnly.
“She caused his death! She’s a victim, my foot!” Rolanda lashed out again, yanking and hitting James, landing a few scratches on his face in the process. “She should die in his place!”
Kristie was aggravated upon seeing that.
She took one step forward, but Jeremy planted a hand on her shoulder firmly to stop her. He said quietly, “You shouldn’t go. Let Curtis handle this himself, then he’ll know not to cross a woman in the future.”
“That old lady is scratching up my boyfriend’s face!” Kristie replied through gritted teeth under her breath. “How could she? I’ve never scratched his face even when we fight!”
Jeremy was speechless.
Brooklyn added fuel to the fire by saying, “Ms. Garland, I’ve got to hand it to you. You’ve somehow bewitched two men from the Faymon family, making them eat out of your hand. I heard Curtis became immobile because he shielded you from the impact during that accident. Now, Julian died because of you. You’re quite the jinx, aren’t you?”
Rolanda seemed to be reminded of something. She pointed a finger at Rayna and started shrieking, “A few months ago at Atty’s welcome baby party, I noticed you constantly staring at Curtis. So, you’ve already planned to gain his favor back then, haven’t you? What has my son done to you? Why did you treat him that way? His death is on you! You frivolous woman! Even if you were struck by lightning a hundred times, it wouldn’t be enough!”
Rayna’s lips trembled, but she did not say anything to defend herself.
It’s all my fault. No matter what Rolanda says, I have no right to talk back to her.
“That’s enough!” James could not hold back any longer. “I understand your anger and grief, but you shouldn’t slander my sister.”
“Slander? How am I slandering her? Everything I said is true! She was already pregnant before Curtis had made anything official between them. On top of that, she even went to the Faymon residence to show off. What do you think was her intention? If I were to give birth to a daughter like her, I’d end her myself!”
James clenched his fists tightly.