The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 447

Pinecrest Cemetery was built into the mountainside, a sea of white as far as the eye could see.

Nearly every prominent figure in Brighton City had turned out. A long line of black sedans stretched from the foot of the hill all the way to the halfway point.

The procession of mourners was long. At the very front, Liam Huntington clutched the memorial portrait of Old Mr. Huntington.

As the child of Mia Huntington and Mason, he had taken his mother's surname and was the rightful eldest grandson of the Huntington family. It was only natural for him to stand in this position.

Mia was half a step behind him, a black veil hiding her tear-swollen eyes. Mason stayed by her side, quietly comforting his wife.

Behind them were several of the Huntington family's uncles and cousins, each in their own small circle, their expressions solemn, their minds clearly on their own schemes.

Veronica West and Eric Johnson stood at the front of the mourners, near several influential city officials.

Eric wore an expression of grief, occasionally leaning over to murmur a few words to the leaders beside him.

Veronica West’s gaze flickered over to Rhys Huntington several times before she turned away, her face grim.

She hadn't sought Rhys out since leaving the hospital that day.

Rhys made no attempt to vie for a prominent spot, hanging back silently at the edge of the crowd. His black suit blended into the somber surroundings. His gaze traveled past the backs of the people in front of him, settling on the members of the Price family.

The Prices were an old-money family in Brighton City, and thanks to the resources accumulated by the previous generation, they were among the more notable figures present today.

Owen Price stood with his parents, a white chrysanthemum in his hand. He looked completely listless, stifling a yawn every so often. The dark circles under his eyes spoke of exhaustion.

Rhys watched Owen for a few seconds, his expression hardening.

The initial proceedings were long and tedious. The priest began to read a lengthy eulogy.

Rhys lifted his wrist and glanced at his watch.

One o'clock. It was time.

When he left the house, he had promised Clara Bridges that no matter how late it was, no matter what was happening, he would take his medicine on time.

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