The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love novel Chapter 1931

Chapter 1931 

And then, a piece of text popped up on the black screen. 

“Mary was the sweetest little nun in the monastery, always kind and passionate. I can’t accept her sudden death, let alone the slander she’s been subjected to after her passing.” 

The video had no music, simply playing out the last few minutes of Mary’s life in silence. 

The silence was deafening. 

Those who had been openly supporting Jeannie before started deleting their comments and posts amidst the backlash, with some even deactivating their accounts and disappearing. 

Erica saw the video too. 

Her emotions, barely stabilized, crumbled all over again after watching the last moments before Mary’s murder. 

She locked herself in her room, crying her heart out. 

Larkin called the monastery, asking about the surveillance video. 

The Prior replied gravely from the other end, “It was Martin who posted it.” 

Larkin paused for a moment, “Don’t blame him, he couldn’t bear it either.” 

“Your wife…” The Prior had always had a bit of a bias against Erica. 

But he knew that Erica truly cared for Mary and genuinely wanted to be Mary’s mother. 

The pain he was enduring, Erica must be going through the same. 

“She’s not doing so well,” Larkin didn’t hide it. 

“I’m sorry,” the Prior’s voice choked up a bit. 

“There’s nothing to be sorry about. If it were Erica, she would’ve done the same,” Larkin sighed lightly, “Take care of yourself, don’t make Mary worry.” 

“Alright.” The Prior replied with a heavy voice. 

In just a month, the Prior had lost Abbot who had raised him, and Mary whom he had raised. 

Despite being a monk for decades, he was still unable to escape the suffering of life’s impermanence, particularly with Mary. 

His regrets and remorse were too many. 

Larkin hung up and gently pushed open the door to enter. 

Wayne came home a bit late today. 

At the moment, Rosalynn was accompanying him for a late–night snack in the dining room. 

Every now and then, she would glance worriedly towards the guest room. 

“I wonder how long it will take for Erica to get over this,” Rosalynn sighed softly, shifting her gaze back. 

Erica had always been really emotional…