Chapter 1395

Chapter 1395

Shortly after, Corentin entered the room. “Old Mr. Hilton"

Old Mr. Hilton struggled to look at him. “Treat Crescent with care, or I will haunt you after my

death...” “Don’t worry. I won't let anyone bully her, including me, Corentin said sincerely.

Had they been at a different place, Ashlynn would have slapped him across the face, because he

was precisely the person who bullied her most in the entire world.

"Good..." Old Mr. Hilton panted.

Seeing how much pain he was in, Ashlynn gazed down at his hand and reached to grab him by a

finger.

Past memories of Ashlynn’s one-year-old grab ceremony overlapped with the present. Old Mr.

Hilton stared at her blankly, before slowly closing his eyes.

“Grandpa?” Ashlynn's heart skipped a beat.

“Dad?”

“Dad!”

Beth, Ashlynn, Marshall and his brother called out to old Mr. Hilton, but he did not open his eyes

again and had stopped breathing.

Apart from family members, certain important guests were invited to the funeral as well.

Sorrow had fallen over the entire family.

Ashlynn was dressed in black as she stood outside the mansion and stared dazedly at the pond, her

exhausted face reflected on the water.

“Ashlynn Thompson!”

Ashlynn turned around and was instantly slapped across the face.

The slap landed on her cheek with a loud “snap’ and her face tilted to the side.

Furious, Meredith roared, “Why would you come back? You should have died out there? Why would

you come back to the Hilton Family? Grandpa died because of you!"

Ashlynn stared at her dazedly as a red palm print appeared on her skin.

Beth spotted the two and hurried over to protect Ashlynn. “Meredith, what do you think you are

doing?”

“Am I wrong? Had she not come back, Grandpa wouldn't have died!” Meredith pointed at Ashlynn.

"Get her away! She is not a part of this family!”

Beth stood in front of Ashlynn and consoled Meredith patiently, “This has nothing to do with

Ashlynn. Your grandfather hadn't been doing so well in the past two years to begin with. Meredith,

Crescent is your cousin and you need to protect her like how I've protected you so far. Okay?”

Marshall came over. “What's going on? Why are you arguing?”

Meredith was overwhelmed by sorrow and ignored Marshall. “Do you even have a place in your

heart for me? Ashlynn is the only one you care about, right? That's right, I can't possibly compare to

your actual daughter!” She roared and turned to glare at Ashlynn. “Can you swear that your

appearance has nothing to do with Grandpa's death? Do you even have a conscience? If she is

staying in this family, I am going to be her worst nightmare!” She declared, before walking away.

Beth's expression darkened, but turned to console Ashlynn regardless, “Don't be bothered by what

she said. You are a Hilton and no one will dare to lay their hands on you. I will talk to Meredith when

I have the chance.”

“What's with your face?” Marshall spotted the palm print on Ashlynn’s cheek. “Did Meredith do this?

How can she...do such a thing?! Crescent, we will protect you. Don't be scared. Besides, your

grandfather's death has nothing to do with you and he left his world with no regret thanks to you.”

Beth took Ashlynn’s hand. “Come, let me apply some ointment onto your cheek. Marshall, get back

to what you were doing. I will come over later.”

Corentin strolled over. “I will do it.”

Both Beth and Marshall glared at Corentin darkly, still displeased with what had happened before.

Even if old Mr. Hilton accepted Corentin, Beth was the one who had been hit and she would not let

this

past.

It must be the joke of the world for a son-in-law to beat his mother-in-law.