After the entourage of black luxury cars left the airport, they sped all the way.
Finally, the cars stopped in front of parlor No.1 at Municipal Funeral Home.
All sorts of black luxury cars were parked in the parking lot.
There were white lanterns hung all around the courtyard where the funeral was held.
The sky seemed gray and dull.
It was as if the entire world was shrouded in a haze.
The door of the parlor was wide open.
Xyla Quest could clearly see Emily Quest and May Conner’s coffins surrounded by a large pile of wreaths.
There were also countless wreaths placed neatly by both sides of the parlor’s entrance.
There were also black-and-white photos of the both of them smiling widely on the wall behind the coffins.
Jeremy Quest was sitting motionless in front of their coffins. He seemed to be hunching a little from behind. It was as if he had suddenly aged by a few years.
All the Quest family’s close friends and family members were here. Right then, some of them were lining up to pay their respect while others kneeled next to Jeremy to console him. Some stood on both sides as they cried continuously with their heads down.
Once upon a time, Xyla used to argue and fight with Emily and May. But now, these two had died just like that.
Xyla felt that life was very fragile.
Everything that happened between these two women and Xyla years ago was still fresh in Xyla’s mind.
Stanley Batton held Xyla’s hand gently. “Are you alright?” he asked.
“Yeah… I’m fine. I’m just worried about Dad. He sounded very emotionally unstable over the phone,” Xyla said.
“Time will wash away the scars in his heart,” Stanley said.
With that, Stanley naturally hugged Xyla by her shoulder.
Xyla let out a long sigh and nodded. “Let’s get out of the car,” she said.
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