My Sleeping Beauty Husband by Lyanna Nichols Chapter 202 Give in Burnell patted his friendâs forehead and looked around vigilantly. âWhy are you panicking? We committed many crimes before. If we could hide from those, we can do it again.â
Burnellâs friend was stunned and then laughed. âTrue. It all thanks to you that we all escaped from Alston.â
The other friends also agreed and began to flatter Burnell.
Burnell was flattered by the praise and smiled proudly. While arguing with Hulda this afternoon, he felt nervous when he saw Alston. For some reason, he felt Alston still suspected him of kidnapping Cynthia.
He ran away but returned after a while. As soon as he came back, he saw Hulda inviting Alston to the coffee shop. Burnell knew about the discord between her and the Smith couple, so he knew that she would definitely tell Alston that he was the one who had kidnapped Cynthia.
He hurried back to pack his stuff and also called his accomplices to escape together. Finally, they arrived here and escaped from Alstonâs search.
âBurnell, what should we do next?â After bragging, they looked at Burnell with excitement, waiting for him to make up his mind.
Burnell frowned and said sternly, âWe have enough supplies to survive for many days, so you can only wait here and donât contact your family frequently, in case Alstonâs men would monitor your phones. Iâll go out after a few days to check the situation.â
The people all agreed and hid their tracks carefully.
It was already 2 am when Alston returned home. At this moment, the house was tranquil and spacious. Before Cynthia married him, the house was the same, but he never had other feelings. Now, he suddenly felt loneliness.
In the past, he often went on business trips and couldnât see Cynthia for many days, but he knew Cynthia would be waiting for him at home. But now, Cynthia had only been away for a month, and he had already missed her and the babies.
He didnât know how they were doing in Coast City, and he didnât know whether they liked the food or whether they would feel restrained. He wanted to talk to Cynthia badly.
Alston held the phone and tried to type something repeatedly. Finally, he turned off the screen and sighed heavily. It was very late, so she and the baby should have gone to bed already.
While Alston was hesitating, Cynthia also tossed and turned. She was a bit obsessed with her own bed and couldnât sleep in a different environment, and it was even more difficult to close her eyes because her motherâs funeral would be held tomorrow.
She took out her mobile phone. Many of her friends sent messages to comfort her when she arrived in Coast City, but Alston remained silent.
Cynthia suddenly had an inexplicable feeling. Then, she slammed the phone on the bed as if venting her anger, and she didnât look at it anymore.
Both of them were unwilling to give in.
The next day, Cynthia and Lorenz were woken up by their grandmother to have breakfast. The two babies had already woken up. They sat obediently in the stroller while eating softâboiled eggs, and they all screamed when they saw their mother and uncle.
Cynthia knew todayâs schedule. She exchanged a glance with Lorenz and ate breakfast absently.
âCynthia, didnât you sleep well last night?â Grandma looked at the bruises under her eyes and asked with concern.
Cynthia swallowed her food. âGrandma, I couldnât fall asleep in an unfamiliar environment. Iâll be fine after a few days.â
Suddenly, she felt nervous when she saw her grandmotherâs red eyes. âGrandma, why are your eyes red? Do you want to use some eyedrops?â
Then, she looked at her grandpa, who was already sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper. His eyes were red as well. Cynthia wondered if her grandpa and grandma had already known about her motherâs death, and she was very worried.
Grandma shook her head and looked at Cynthia lovingly. âIâm very excited to see you come back. Yesterday I chatted with your grandpa for a long time. Iâve never stayed up so late, so I didnât sleep well, and my eyes are red. Iâll be fine after taking a rest.â
They were talking while eating breakfast.
Grandma looked at Cynthia chewing, and her tears almost streamed down again.
Cynthia was so similar to her mother. The way she chewed was identical to Lynnâs when she was young.
She glanced away quickly, pretending to be busy.
After breakfast, Lorenz checked the time and knew they should leave, so he said to his grandparents,ââMy parents and I will take Cynthia out for a walk. Desmond and Keller will stay home, so please take care of them.â
He was worried they would ask to go out with them, and he didnât know how to deal with this.
possibility.
Unexpectedly, his grandparents agreed immediately. His grandma said, âNo problem. We didnât see the babies enough yesterday, so we will have a great time with them today. Your grandfather wants to make some toys for them.â
Both Lorenz and Cynthia breathed a sigh of relief. While the elders were not paying attention, Cynthia took Lynnâs urn and left the house with her uncle and aunt.
Grandma stood at the window and sighed while looking at them from behind. Grandpa stepped forward, held her hand, and stood quietly at the window together.
âLynn is gone. We canât even say goodbye to her.â
Grandpaâs cheeks were trembling. Lynn was his youngest and most loving child, and he would give her whatever he wanted.
Lynn could easily be spoiled after being the treasure of her family, but she wasnât. She was still gentle and wellâbehaved, and she made him very proud.
He arranged her marriage with the George family before she was born. She could tell him that she didnât want this marriage, and he would break the engagement no matter what. However, she was foo stubborn and ran away. She went to Fort alone and suffered everything, but she never thought of coming back. As a result, she died in vain.
beca His eyes became moist. âSince they donât want us to know, weâll pretend we know nothing about it.
Let us... believe that Lynn is still alive.â
Grandma agreed and nodded.
They turned around when they heard the babies babbling. The servant pushed the strollers over, and two toothless babies were smiling at them.
The elders felt much better and couldnât help but smile softly. Lynn was gone, but they couldnât just be immersed in sadness.
Lynnâs spirit had never left them, and she kept living in everyoneâs memories.
Cynthia and the others stood before the tombstone and looked at Lynnâs photo. She was still young and had a delicate face with a sweet smile. This photo was nothing like when she was sick and pale, and she seemed lively and gorgeous.
Lorenzâs parents were crying very hard. Cynthiaâs uncle was much older than Lynn, and he watched her grow up. He loved Lynn very much and treated her very well. However, she passed away at such a young age, and he didnât even see her for the last time.
He heard from Lorenz that she committed suicide by taking many sleeping pills. She died on the operating table with no families surrounding her. How could the most beloved daughter end up likeing he this?
She shouldâve grown up safely and married a man who loved her. Then, she would have a lovely kid and live a happy life. She shouldnât have met an evil man and was tricked into marrying him, and she certainly shouldnât have gotten sick and finally committed suicide. This shouldnât be her life.
Cynthia heard the sobbing behind her. She thought she had shed her very last tear when she was in Fort, but now she started crying again when she saw the photo of her mother when she was young.
âMom... Mom...â
T She cried tremblingly. They were the only people in the Green familyâs cemetery, which was extremely quiet. The atmosphere was full of sadness. It was sunny when they set off, but it became dim and started drizzling.
But they didnât seem to notice even after they were drenched. They stood like sculptures in front of Lynnâs tombstone, and the raindrops kept falling with their tears.
Alston sat in the office, feeling bored and flustered. He was not in the mood for work, so he got up and stood by the window. He looked at Cynthiaâs phone number and hesitated for a long time before finally making the call.
He finally chose to give in.