Waking up with my nemesis baby novel Chapter 346

Chapter 346

He held the old patriarch’s hand tightly, his eyes red. “Grandpa, don’t worry. I’ll do what I promised you. I’ll rebuild the Navarro

Group. I’m sorry for making you worry.”

Whether he wanted it or not.

In Martin’s heart, he was the rightful heir to the Navarro family.

He wouldn’t have trusted anyone else with the Navarro Group.

Martin seemed to have heard Lysander’s words.

After a few deep, gasping breaths, he was gone.

Sol’s crying was heartbreaking.

Lysander wiped the tears from his eyes, opened the box, and

looked at its contents.

There was a lot inside.

And a lot of arrangements.

But he had no intention of making any of it public.

“Timothy.”

Suhanded the box to Timothy. “Take this back first. I’ll handle Grandpa’s funeral arrangements.”

“Okay, Mr. Navarro. I’ll be right back.”

Georgina saw Lysander walk out of the inner room and hurried over to ask, “The old patriarch, how is he?

Did he make any arrangements? How did he divide his shares?”

Lysander raised his hand and slapped him across the face.

He looked at everyone present with a fierce, cold glare.

“All of you… I’ll settle the score with each of you, one by one.

You’d better behave for the next couple of days, or don’t blame me for what happens.”

The Navarro family was in mourning.

Dion, wearing traditional mourning garments, stayed by

Lysander’s side.

He did whatever the adults did.

Offering condolences, crying.

The funeral, the cemetery.

Surprise empty you could hear the echo of your own heartbeat.

After three days and three nights, he was finally laid to rest.

The guests departed, the noise faded, and all sound was drained from the world.

Lysander had been standing for a long time before the window of the study, the old patriarch’s favorite room.

On his impeccably tailored black suit, the large mourning patch was like a silent expression of grief.

By now, Lysander’s overwhelming grief had subsided.

Emptiness.

Exhaustion.

His ink–black eyes were filled with weariness.

The cigarette between his fingers had burned down, almost to his skin.

Seraphina took the cigarette, stubbed it out, and handed him a glass of warm milk. “You haven’t eaten all day. Drink some milk.”

Suscent of milk mixed with the smell of ink in the study as night swallowed the last sliver of daylight.

The sadness was unseen, but it was heavy.

Lysander pulled Seraphina into his arms.

He buried his face deep in the crook of her neck.

The Navarro family was in upheaval.

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