Chapter 473 Dealt With The Funeral

With a faint smile, Rachel continued, "This is the seal Eric carved for me when he went on a trip."

When Rachel recalled the past, the smile on her face became bigger. She gently rubbed it and
continued, "I used to think that he was too old-fashioned. But I didn't expect that it was the only thing I
could find that had a connection with him."

"It's okay. There will be more and more connection in the future." Jack let her lean her head on his
shoulder and whispered, "There are more than ten hours left. You can have a rest first."

Although she was not sleepy at all, Rachel knew that if she shook her head, it would definitely make
Jack more worried.

His face was full of tiredness and deep sadness. Rachel knew that it was all because of herself.

Rachel couldn't imagine what would happen to her if he wasn't with her. She didn't know what to do.

In the hospital, Eric was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling with no expression on his face.

The psychologist sat aside and said something slowly, but he did not have any reaction. In this way, a
sense of frustration involuntarily slipped onto the psychologist's face.

He took a look and shook his head slightly. When he was about to stand up, he saw a pregnant woman
push the door open and come in. He was about to ask if she had gone to the wrong place. Before he
could ask, he saw Jack following her.

Looking at Eric's pale face, Rachel covered her mouth and tried her best to hold back her tears. "Eric,
are you okay?"

However, her words were spoken to the air, without any answer.



Jack took a chair from the bedside, put it on the bedside, pressed Rachel's shoulder and let her sit
down. He whispered in her ear, "Rachel, you stay in the ward and talk with Eric. We'll go out first."

He knew that if the two of them also stayed in the ward, it would be difficult for Rachel to say a lot of
words.

Rachel gave him a look of gratitude. "Thank you, Jack."

He smiled and touched her forehead gently. "Don't be silly."

After closing the door again, there were only the two of them left in the big ward, and it became quiet in
an instant. Eric's hand was tightly held by Rachel, without any reaction or temperature, which made her
feel more painful.

In the past, as long as she held Eric's hand, he would shake it off immediately and exaggeratedly
shouted, "Rachel, you are so disgusting. We are old enough, but you still hold my hand."

At that time, Rachel always looked at him with disgust and said, "Can you control your voice? You are
too noisy."

But now, he was lying on the bed and didn't even move his eyes. Rachel couldn't help but recall the
past. She held back her tears and sobbed, "Eric, I'm holding your hand now. Why don't you shout?
Why don't you say that I'm too disgusting?"

But what responded to her was only silence.

Rachel wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, pressed her lips and calmed herself down. Then
she stood up, pointed at Eric's face and shouted, "Eric, this has nothing to do with you. But now you
are lying on the bed and can't recover. Do you think your mom can rest assured? Don't you think you
are sorry to your mother?"



Hearing this, Eric frowned slightly.

Rachel knew that it was not that he had no emotions, but that he tried his best to suppress the sadness
in his heart.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and opened them again. There was a trace of cruelty in her
eyes. "Eric, if you don't want your mother to leave safely, you can lie here and don't move. At that time,
I won't help you deal with anything about the funeral. Just let her be. Even if someone asks me, I have
a clear conscience. After all, her own son is lying here motionless and doesn't deal with it at all. Then
why should I help?"

What was worse, Rachel couldn't think of it for a while. Even if it appeared in her mind, she couldn't
speak it out at once.

Looking down at Eric, she let out a long sigh. Suddenly, she felt powerless and said in a low voice, "If
you still behave like this, I have to leave."

At the moment she turned around, a burst of crying came out of the bed. At first, he gritted his teeth
and tried hard to hold back the crying, but later, his crying gradually increased and roared, "Rachel, it's
all my fault. It's all my fault. I killed my mother. If I could have caught her at that time, such a thing
would not have happened, it would definitely not have happened."

He tried hard to hold back his tears, which had not been shed for a long time, poured down like a
stream...

Standing aside, Rachel tightly held his hands and said, "Eric, it's not your fault. No one wants to do
this!"

"No, it's all my fault." Eric cried more and more loudly.



Jack, who was standing at the door of the ward, heard his hysterical roar. He was afraid that Rachel
would not be able to deal with it alone, so he quickly stood up and wanted to go in to see the specific
situation. As soon as his hands touched the door handle, he was immediately stopped by the
psychologist. "Mr. Jack, don't go in first. If he gets inside, he might be able to control his emotions
again. Now it's just the right time. We can let him express his feelings."

Standing beside the sickbed, she saw that Eric was crying like a tearful man, but he didn't say
anything, nor did he touch her, which gave him any comfort.

After she knew that his crying gradually subsided, she sat down on the chair again. She blinked her
eyes and took back all the tears in her eyes. Then she said in a choked voice, "Eric, now that things
have happened, we should cheer up and deal with the last thing well, so that Aunt Linda can have a
good rest."

The funeral was set a week later.

On this day, even the God seemed to have realized their sadness. It had been sunny for days, but
today it began to rain.

They stood in front of the tombstone in black, quietly watching Linda's smile in the photo.

Eric said, "Mom loves to laugh and freedom most, but now she is trapped in such a small world. She
must be very sad."

Jack patted him on the shoulder and said in a low voice, "But her soul is free and she can go anywhere
in the world, right?"

"Yes." Eric nodded, tears streaming down his face.



After a while, he raised the corners of his mouth and said with a smile, "Mom said before that the most
regretful thing for her was to tell you what happened to the last generation so that made you two
separated. Now that she can see you are with each other again, she must be very happy."

"Yes, she will be happy." Rachel opened her arms and hugged Eric tightly. Then she put the roses in
her hands in front of Linda's tomb and said softly, "Aunt Linda, I will come here to send you your
favorite roses every year from now on. Don't worry. You won't be lonely."

After her aunt's friends left, the three of them stood for a while before leaving.

On the way out of the cemetery, Rachel took a look at Eric who was walking alone in front of them. But
when she looked at his back, she felt that his back was much heavier and he seemed to have grown a
lot.

She asked, "Eric, what do you want to do next?"

Eric shook his head and slowed down his pace, "I haven't thought that I might find a job and moved
back to Ning City, just watching your baby coming and grow up."

Then he raised his head and looked up at the sky. Finally, he sighed deeply. "But it's possible. I'll
continue to walk on the way to the places that my mother always wanted to go but hadn't been able to
go. However, it's not decided yet. I'll definitely stay in Ning City recently."

"Then you can live with us." Although Eric's apartment had not been checked out, and there was a
hourly worker cleaning it, which could be checked in at any time, Rachel was really worried about him
and let him live at home alone.

She was afraid that if he stayed at home alone, he would think too much. At that time, he would be
unable to get out again.



Of course, Eric knew what Rachel meant, so he stopped. When they approached slowly, he put his
hand on Jack's shoulder and was about to speak.

At this time, a police car with police siren suddenly stopped in front of them.

Two policemen in police uniform got out of the car. The two of them showed their IDs almost at the
same time. A taller man said in a deep voice, "You are Jack Fu, right? Now we suspect that you have
something to do with a drug trafficking case. Please go back with us to assist in the investigation."

Drug trafficking?

Hearing this, Rachel's face suddenly turned pale. She immediately asked, "What drug trafficking case?
You must find the wrong person. Jack has never done such a thing."

Another policeman smiled politely and said, "We also hope that our investigation direction is wrong.
After all, we have heard of the important role Mr. Jack plays in the business field. If it turned out that Mr.
Jack was involved in this case, it would really set a bad example for the people of Ning City."

Then he turned around and opened the back door of the police car. His face immediately became
serious, "Jack, get in the car."


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