Supreme Mars novel Chapter 653

Lydia did not say anything, only clutching the list of deaths tightly.

The piece of paper was instantly folded and crumpled hard.

Suddenly, Lydia looked up and threw the piece of paper into the rubbish bin.

"I want the officials to say this to me personally, who can guarantee that this list of deaths is not a forgery by you?"

Maisy's face was full of surprise, and then he sneered, "You still don't believe it? This list of deaths was officially released!"

Marie pulled on Maisy's clothes and cried, "Mom, just tell the truth, is brother-in-law dead or not?"

When faced with her own daughter, Maisy could not be so heartless.

She sighed and said to Marie, "Of course, would I lie to you? Leo is really dead!"

"If you don't believe me, I'll bring in the officials and I'm sure they'll come!"

Having said that, Maisy went out.

It didn't take long to re-enter with a middle-aged man from the system.

"This is Francis from the census, who will be speaking to you personally."

After the introduction, Maisy stepped aside.

Francis first expressed his sorrowful condolences and then explained the truth to Lydia.

"Your husband is indeed dead, and although his remains were not found at the scene, a large puddle of blood was found, and after DNA identification, it was indeed your husband's."

Saying this, Francis pulled out a blood sample report and a few photos of the scene.

The blood drips, all pitch-black in colour, and looks hideous and gruesome.

At this point, Lydia had to believe it.

She let out a loud cry, waking up the sleeping Emilia.

"Mum, where's Dad?"

The little one asked, rubbing her sleepy eyes.

Without speaking, Lydia just kept crying as she hugged Emilia.

She felt something too, froze for a moment, and cried along with her.

A deep sense of grief permeated the scene.

Maisy began to make arrangements to remarry.

"Lydia, you are still young, there is no need to hold on to Leo you have every right to pursue your own happiness."

Lydia refused to say anything, and Marie felt that her mother had gone too far.

How can she ask her sister to remarry when her brother-in-law has just died?

"Well then, the remarriage can be put aside for a while, let’s handle Leo's funeral first!"

Maisy suggested.

Others had nodded in agreement.

He should have a decent funeral.

Lydia also felt the need to give Leo a proper send-off.

Maisy quickly commissioned someone to do it.

All the families, all the clans, changed into black funeral attire.

The men agreed to black suits and black leather shoes and the women were uniform with long black dresses, black socks and black shoes.

Soon it was dark.

Lydia was also discharged from hospital to attend Leo's funeral.

But there were also a number of young talents on the scene that Lydia had not seen before.

The scene was decorated as if it were a banquet, and they talked and laughed about it, not minding in the least that it was a funeral.

Lydia's tears had run out.

Not only had she lost the love of her life, but her daughter had lost her father forever.

This was too cruel to the child.

Just as Lydia was kneeling in front of the mourning hall, Maisy led a few young men in black suits in.

"Lydia, let me introduce to you, these are all young talents from the great families, get up and interact with them."

In particular, Lydia is beautiful and of high status, and more importantly, anyone has the chance to marry her.

Outside, the sound of mingling and clinking glasses was everywhere.

This is clearly a wedding feast!

Lydia's eyes burst into tears in anger and she knelt in front of Leo's effigy trembling all over.

She was angry and she felt bad for Leo!

There is no greater indifference in the world than this.

At this time, several young talents brought by Maisy walked over.

"Miss Henderson, don't kneel down, everyone is celebrating your singleness, it's not right for you not to show up."

"Good, Miss Henderson, you don't need to be too sad, with your status and beauty, marrying your husband is really too condescending, you are fully capable of finding a better one."

"Let's go, no one will remember him!"

The youths spoke out and took one step closer to Lydia.

They had all had a bit to drink earlier, and at the moment the doors were closed inside the mourning hall, with only a few of them men and a deceased wife, Lydia.

From the moment they entered the door, their eyes lingered on Lydia's body.

The long black dress, the bare feet and black socks, and the slight tear stains on her face, infinitely amplified the icy aura of her body.

"Come on, Miss Henderson!"

"There's no one here."

They reached out and were about to wrap their arms around Lydia's body.

Lydia was startled and slapped one of the men hard across the face.

"What do you want?"

Lydia looked at them with a face full of anger and some horror.

Touching his punched face, the youths surrounded her one by one.

"What do you think what we want?"