Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 388

Chapter 388 

Soon, a magnetic and deep voice sounded. 

“I, Elijah Freeman, promise that after the one–year employment period, I’ll disappear from your world forever.” 

Sheena leaned against the foot of the bed, sliding down to the floor as tears gradually streamed down her cheeks. 

Elijah had disappeared before the contract was up, and she did not even have time to say goodbye. 

This night felt exceptionally long. Sheena stayed awake, staring blankly out of the window. She stayed up until her eyes became dry and swollen. 

Suddenly, there was a knocking sound at her door, and she wiped away her tears. 

“What is it?” 

John stood outside the door and reported, “Miss, Lionel has already sent Mr. Freeman’s ashes back to the Freeman mansion. The day of Mr. Freeman’s funeral has been set, just three days from now.” 

Sheena was surprised to hear that his funeral would be held so soon. 

Howard and Lionel helped Faye with the funeral arrangements. 

When Howard returned from Svelton, he heard about the incident. Since Elijah sacrificed himself for Sheena, Howard felt uneasy. Knowing that Sheena could not handle the guilt, he took the initiative to help her, easing her burden. 

With Howard’s intervention, Elijah’s death went unnoticed by the media, and the wealthy families in the know dared not gossip, allowing Elijah to have a peaceful passing. 

The weather in Farlem was bleak for these three days, with constant drizzles and chilling winds. 

On the funeral day, thunder rumbled loudly, and the atmosphere was cold and gloomy. A torrential downpour mercilessly poured down, casting a somber mood over the entire Farlem. 

Black umbrellas stood before the cemetery, giving an eerie and chilling sight from a distance. Only a few people attended, including the relatives of the Freeman family and some closely associated business partners. 

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Everyone approached to pay their respects. 

Faye held Elijah’s ashes, crying uncontrollably. Her tears had almost dried up over these three days. If it were not for her determination to see Elijah’s funeral through, she might have passed out by now. 

Erin was also sobbing, repeatedly calling out Elijah’s name. 

The air was thick with an overwhelming sense of sorrow. 

Under the trees outside the cemetery, Sheena, dressed in black without makeup, her eyes red but calm, closely observed the proceedings inside the cemetery. Her bodyguards had gone inside to mourn Elijah, but Sheena still stood under the tree without an umbrella. 

Despite being soaked by the heavy rain, she still appeared dignified and composed. 

Howard, keen–eyed, noticed her and walked over with a black umbrella. Seeing her lips turning pale from the cold, he felt sorry for her and took off his suit jacket, attempting to drape it over her. 

Sheena stopped him, refusing the jacket. 

“Nana, he’s gone. Why torture yourself? You’ll get sick if you continue like this. If he were still here, he wouldn’t want to see you burdened with guilt,” Howard persuaded. 

Hearing the last sentence, Sheena lowered her hand, allowing Howard to wrap the suit jacket around her. Howard helped her wipe off the wet strands of hair on her face and sighed. 

“He’s about to be buried. Do you want to say a few words to him before it’s too late?”