Winner Takes All novel Chapter 402

A shot was fired.

Time seemed to be frozen.

The loud bang hit Katherine in her mind, who regained her strength, rose to her feet and turned around to witness the situation.

Her face happened to be splashed by the red blood.

Her mind completely boggled.

In her sight, her mother was falling backward heavily, panic-stricken, the cinerary casket slipping out of her hands.

In between her eyebrows, red color burst forth like a florescent plum flower.

“Brent!”

At the critical moment, Mr. Ward exclaimed, his voice penetrating the transitory stillness.

Brent stood up from kneeling, dived ahead like an arrow, rolled in the air to catch the casket into his arms, his body badly hit against the ground as he fell off.

Although knocked hard, he acted as if nothing had happened, saying, “Young master, it’s alright!”

Jack nodded and said, “Rebury my mother’s ashes.”

After that, he bent to pick up the bag and walked slowly to the grave of his mother.

He didn’t bother to have a glance at Elissa’s body, not caring about what had been done.

Mr. Ward didn’t hesitate to follow him.

Lyndall remained on the same place, lit up two cigarettes and passed on to Willy.

“You should have done it faster, so that I might have not hated the woman so much.”

He sounded as if he was blaming the man, while he was actually expressing his feeling of Katherine.

“I’m sorry, boss.” Willy lowered his head and apologized.

At this time, the dumbstruck woman finally came to herself as she began to have a clear sight of everything in front of her.

“Mom ...”

She staggered and crawled like a maniac until she reached the body.

Her mother looked so dead with her pupils dilated within her furious bulging eyes, and her mouth barely closed.

Heart-broken, Katherine embraced the body, which wrenched loud sobs from her.

“How stupid you are! Why didn’t you listen to me! I was trying to save you. I’m your daughter. All I did was to help you!”

Her howls echoed though the wooded mountain.

But no one else felt the need to take pity on her.

Even Lyndall was simply smoking as an onlooker.

Before his mother’s grave, Jack lit up the incense, candles, and joss papers, fighting back his anguished tears as he seriously received the casket from Brent.

The battered casket emerged as a reminder for Jack of how his mother’s ashes had been sprinkled.

It was too heart-wrenching that he failed to hold back tears despite his considerable restraint.

His lips quivered to squeeze out an extremely low mumble, “It’s my fault, mother. I failed to prevent the beast from intruding into your peaceful rest.”

With great care, he settled the casket well into the grave, then knelt to cover it with handfuls of soils he held up.

Tears were welling up in his red eyes.

He had not stopped the burying even when his hands were bleeding owing to grit and rubble.

His fury and ruthlessness had now all turned into an overwhelming sense of guilt.

A son’s failure to ensure that his mother died a natural death was against his filial duty.

A son’s failure to ensure that his mother rested in peace was the most flagrant rebellion against his filial duty.

“Young master, please allow me.”

With a compassionate face, Brent knelt beside the grave, about to pick up a handful of clay.

“Stop!”

Jack looked like a beast, glaring at Brent, roaring, “It’s my mother. I’ll do it myself!”

Brent was frightened, hurrying to step back and join Mr. Ward in burning the joss papers.

A mound of grit was piled up by Jack with his bleeding hands covered by dirt.

After all this, Jack moved closer to the grave in tears, and, despite the holdback of Brent and Mr. Ward, held up the fallen tombstone, leaving two dark red handprints.

Still kneeling, he stared at the photo on the stone that had already been worn out into scraps and burst out weeping.

He felt as if inside his chest there was stuffed up with stones that choked him a lot.

Finally, he was in flood of tears.

A man doesn’t give in to cry until he is in heart-wrenching anguish.

The sight of this made Lyndall and Willy feel a strong sense of guilt and sympathy.