My Sleeping Beauty Husband novel (Cynthia and Alston) novel Chapter 193

Chapter 193 Farewell

Cynthia hadn’t eaten for two days, so she didn’t have much strength at all. The bowl straight fell to the ground and was broken into pieces, and the porridge spilled all over the floor.

Seeing the mess on the floor, Alston paused. He looked helplessly at Cynthia who was fuming on the bed, and said, “The porridge has spilled. I will send someone to clean it up later, and bring you another bowl of porridge. If you don’t like it, you can continue to throw it away. There are too many bowls and a whole pot of porridge cooked by Mrs. Lewis for you to throw. If the bowls are not enough, I will send someone to buy.

more.”

Cynthia frowned and her face was flushed with anger. Alston was so irritating that Cynthia could not say a

word.

When Alston walked to the door, he suddenly stopped, turned his head, and looked at Cynthia with deep eyes, “This afternoon, mom’s body will be cremated. You should eat something, and then you will have the strength

to bid farewell to mom.”

Then Alston left.

Cynthia lowered her head and sat on the bed blankly, tears streaming down her face.

For the past two days, Cynthia had been paralyzing herself. She always felt that her mother was still waiting for her in the hospital. Cynthia believed her mother was not dead yet and as long as she went to the ward, she could see her mother sitting on the bed, looking at her with a gentle smile, and calling her name.

But Alston said that her mother would be cremated in the afternoon. Then, there would be no such person as

Lynn Green in this world anymore.

Cynthia stopped sobbing and wiped away her tears. Mrs. Lewis brought a new bowl of porridge, and Joyce

cleaned up the debris on the ground.

Alston really didn’t come back as he said.

This time, Cynthia didn’t throw the bowl anymore. She took the porridge and ate it in small sips. It was very considerate that the porridge was not very hot, but it was warm enough to drink.

After finishing the porridge, Cynthia took a nap to recover her energy. Joyce entered the room with a black skirt. Cynthia glanced at it, and said to Joyce, “Please help me find my purple long-sleeved skirt.”

Lynn said Cynthia looked beautiful in that purple skirt, and she liked to see Cynthia wear it.

Joyce froze for a moment and went to the cloakroom. After a few minutes, Joyce found the skirt. Cynthia changed her clothes and put on light makeup. When Cynthia went out, she saw Alston waiting for her by the

car.

Seeing her coming out, Alston extinguished the cigarette in his hand, stood up straight, and opened the car

door for her.

Cynthia didn’t even look at him, as if Alston didn’t exist, and she got into the car from the other side.

Alston lowered his head wryly, said nothing, and got into the car.

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There was only an arm’s distance between Cynthia and Alston, but it seemed like a thousand miles. No one said a word along the way.

Greg looked at Cynthia and Alston from the rearview mirror, and sighed. The world was tricky. Greg didn’t expect such loving Mr. Smith and Mrs. Smith to come to such a plight. It was really embarrassing.

Many people attended the funeral ceremony, including Cynthia, Alston, Helen, Dylan, Alice, and Lorenz who had just returned from Coast City.

Lorenz looked very tired, as if he had been running around for a long time. He pinned away and paled. His handsome face was full of tears, and his eyes were swollen.

Alice took Lorenz’s hand and comforted him silently. Lorenz was sad, and he said hoarsely to Cynthia, “Cynthia, Lynn is gone. My aunt is gone.”

Since Lynn ran away from the marriage, the Green family had looked for her for more than 20 years in vain. Although they were very anxious and sad, they knew that Lynn must be alive and well somewhere. No news is the best news.

But now, Lynn was dead. Lorenz saw his aunt’s body in person. Lorenz knew that there was no such person as Lynn Green in the world anymore.

There would be no aunt who would gently call his name and make delicious pudding for him.

Just as Cynthia was about to call Lorenz, tears fell from her face. She couldn’t control it, and all the strength she had held onto along the way collapsed. Cynthia hugged Lorenz and cried hoarsely.

Lorenz stroked the hair of the crying little girl in his arms. He choked up, “Alston brought Alex here, and I also found a suitable donator from the Coast City. We have already found two people who met the conditions for donating kidney. Why didn’t Lynn wait a few more hours? Why did she commit suicide?”

Lynn’s body was placed in the freezer. Because it had been tidied up and used special techniques, her face was lifelike. With makeup on, her beauty was reproduced. She had blush on her cheeks, making her look as if she was asleep.