Chapter 277
“Get rid of all these reports and trending topics! Are the PR department staff that useless?” Wayne saw the trending topics and was furious, “She just disappeared.
she didn’t die! No!”
“Wayne, haven’t you gone crazy enough?” Jacob came in from outside, unshaven and messy–haired
Wayne glanced at him coldly: “What are you here for?”
“The PR department’s phones are ringing off the hook from all the major media outlets, all asking about Rosalynn.” Jacob’s face was gloomy, “I came to ask if you want to release an obituary?”
Wayne rushed over, grabbed Jacob, and slammed him against the wall: “She’s not dead, why do we need to release an obituary?”
“Is it not clear in your heart if she’s dead or not? How many times have you confirmed that she indeed boarded the plane? With the plane crashing like that, how could she survive? Tell me how she could survive?” Jacob raised his hand and swung a fist at Wayne’s face.
He used all his strength, hitting Wayne so hard that he took two steps back.
For the past few days, he had been looking for people everywhere, not eating, drinking, or sleeping, his body visibly crumbling.
“I’m asking you, what did you do when you went back to H City that day?” Jacob pointed at Wayne and asked.
Wayne’s body stiffened.
“If you had stayed in Y City and didn’t suddenly leave, she might not have gotten on the plane that afternoon.” Jacob gritted his teeth.
In Wayne’s mind, he recalled the cold and distant look on Rosalynn’s face when he left that day, and his heart ached like it was being slashed with a knife.
“I came today to tell you that Rosalynn’s good friends are preparing to hold a funeral for her. Please let her go in peace and don’t cause a scene!” Jacob straightened out his shirt that had been messed up by Wayne and turned around to leave with big strides.
Outside the window, the snow was falling gently.
Jacob looked up at the sky.
Just like Wayne, Jacob didn’t think Rosalynn was dead either,
He always felt that she had completed her mission to escape from Wayne and was now waiting in somewhere of the world to give birth and start a new life with her babies.
With no body found, only some of Rosalynn’s clothes were buried in the L City Hillside Memorial Park.
Noah, having gained his freedom, set up a gravestone for Rosalynn as her brother.
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