My Beloved Man

Chapter 7: Grandpa Thomson's Funeral

"Aren't you going to explain yourself?" A low voice from behind scared me. It was Benjamin. I didn't even notice his presence here.

Trying to hide my panic, I said calmly, ''Explain about what?''

He raised his eyebrow at my question. "Aren't you afraid that he'd think you pushed Camilla?"

I lowered my gaze and said bitterly, "It doesn't matter whether I pushed her or not. What matters is that someone has to take the responsibility for Camilla's injury."

"It's nice that you could think like that!" Benjamin went downstairs and left the villa holding a medical kit.

He must have gone to the hospital for Camilla.

For a whole hour from the villa to the Thomson family's old house, I felt down and dizzy sitting in the car.

Camilla's child, the way Dylan looked at me before he left, all of which were making me feel really anxious.

I felt unwell during the entire drive. As soon as the car stopped at the gate of the Thomson family's old house, I rushed out of the car immediately and retched beside the flower bed for quite a while, but nothing came out.

"Oh my, such a delicate lady to throw up like this after only a ride,'' a mean voice coming from the gate's direction made a remark.

I recognized that voice. Mr. Thomson had two sons. His firstborn, Gustavo Thomson, died in a car crash along with his wife, leaving their only child, Dylan, behind. His other son's name was Davon Thomson, Dylan's uncle.

And right now, the one making sarcastic remarks on me was Davon's wife, Ella Cox. But after all these years, I was already used to all the drama and grievances in wealthy families like this.

Suppressing the discomfort I felt in my stomach, I looked at Ella and greeted her in a polite and gentle manner, ''It's nice to see you, Aunt Ella!"

Ella had always disliked me. She could be jealous of me because Mr. Thomson had been quite fond of me despite me being born in a poor family. Or, she could be upset that Mr. Thomson favoured and entrusted Dylan with the Thomson family, so she wanted to let her anger out on me.

Ella cast a cold glance at me and saw that there was no one else in the car. ''So Dylan isn't coming to Mr. Thomson's funeral huh?'' she said with a gloomy face.

There were many people present today. Dylan's absence was indeed a disrespect to the occasion. I smiled and said, "Dylan's got an urgent matter to take care of. He may be a little late.''

"Haha!" Ella snickered. "So this is the one Mr. Thomson favoured huh, and here I thought he would be some kind of an elite, I guess I was wrong."

Many people who were present at this funeral were from wealthy families, so Ella let me off the hook despite how much she disliked.

We entered the old house together. Mr. Thomson's casket was placed near the wall across the room. Bouquets of black flowers surrounded it.

One after another, many people came. With Mr. Thomson's reputation, people who came were all of upper class in the society. Davon and Ella greeted them outside, while I greeted them by the door inside.

"Miss Brown," Aunt Aubree, who was holding a sandalwood box, spoke to me.

"What is it, Aunt Aubree?" Although the Thomson family was a huge family, there wasn't much complication regarding the few people in it. Mr. Thomson preferred a quiet environment, so he only had one person, Aunt Aubree, to take care of him.

Aunt Aubree put the sandalwood box in my hand and said emotionally, "Keep this, Master Thomson left it for you."

After a pause, she continued, "He knew that once he left, Mr. Thomson would force you to divorce him. So if you don't want to divorce, hand him this box. It might help you."

I looked down at the square sandalwood box in my hand. It was locked. I looked at Aunt Aubree and asked in confusion, "Where's the key?"

"He had already given the key to Mr. Thomson," said Aunt Aubree. "You look haggard, please do take care of yourself. He had always wished for you and Dylan to have a baby. Now that he's gone, do take absolute care of your child,'' she said after looking at me.

When she mentioned the word ''child'', I couldn't help but freeze for a second. I smiled at Aunt Aubree and kept quiet.

It was already afternoon when Grandpa Thomson was sent to the graveyard for burial, but Dylan had never showed up.

Even after the burial, Dylan was still nowhere to be seen. With Ella holding his arm, Davon looked at me and said, ''Lacey, please tell Dylan that whatever happened between his grandpa and him, it's in the past. His grandpa has passed away now, let it slide.''