Flora's POV:
It was a complete mess at the entrance of the crematory, and there was constant scolding and cursing
in the crowd.I lay on the corpse, secretly took out a sliced onion from my pocket, and wiped my eyes.
Tears immediately flowed down my cheeks profusely.
Harry stood next to me.He seemed tired, and his voice gradually weakened.
I pinched his thigh hard, and he immediately shrieked with a slaughtering cry.
"Oh, God! Why did you leave us? Damn!"
His mournful wailing was incomparably moving.He shed tears pitifully, and his hair had lost its previous
radiance at this moment.His strong arms shook the corpse fiercely and he appeared heartbroken.
While weeping, I feigned a cough, hinting at him that he was exaggerating.But he didn't get it at all.
He continued crying heartily.
The group of people standing on the other side of the corpse was stunned.
They seemed to be the real relatives of the corpse because they looked at Harry and me in confusion.
"Are they Grandpa's long-lost grandson and granddaughter?" The little girl's voice sounded so innocent
when she asked.
Standing next to the adults, she blinked and looked at us curiously.
"Well..."
The adult beside her was also dumbfounded, unable to say a word for a long time.
The security guard at the door got so anxious that he rushed over and pulled Harry and me away.
"Don't make trouble here."
I shook off the security guard's hand and looked at the door while sobbing.
At this moment, Sylvia came out and winked at me.I immediately stopped crying and regained my
composure.I bowed to the relatives of the corpse to express my apology.
"I'm sorry, but it seems we mistook him for someone else."
Then I calmly held Harry's hand and took him away.
The security guards behind us were furious.
"You're just here to make trouble!"
Harry and I hurriedly left the crematory and went to a secluded place to meet Sylvia.
"Where's Warren?" I asked when I looked behind Sylvia and didn't see him.
"He took the boy's body for an autopsy," Sylvia replied.
"Did you find anything?" Harry hiccupped and asked.
He hadn't recovered from the crying yet, and his eyes were red and swollen.
I took out a tissue and handed it to him.
"Stop crying."
"I don't want to cry either, but I just can't stop it."
Harry whimpered and quickly held his breath, forcibly holding back the hiccups that were about to come
out.
Sylvia pursed her lips and chuckled.
"Guys, thank you for your help today.There is indeed something wrong with the boy's corpse.But we
can only make a conclusion when the autopsy report comes out." I looked at her worriedly.
"What's your next plan?"
Sylvia shook her head helplessly and said, "I can only hide for the time being.I can't let Rufus be taken
back in this current situation.They will definitely convict him.”
I suddenly punched Harry's arm and exclaimed, "I'm so pissed off!"
"Hey, what's wrong?" Harry asked in confusion.
"That Richard is really a bastard! If not because of him, all of these won't happen.Things won't turn up
this way."
I was furious.
We used to have wonderful days.
Prince Rufus and Sylvia were so in love and in a happy relationship.
They were such a beautiful couple.
But now, Prince Rufus was in a coma, while Sylvia was forced to run away and hide.
Sylvia smiled wryly.
"Even without Richard, there will be someone else.Rufus is destined to experience more than anyone
else in that position.As soon as she finished her words, Harry burst into tears again.
"How miserable!"
Once people were caught in a certain emotion, it was difficult to extricate themselves.
Harry was a good example of it at this moment.He cried so much that his big eyes were swollen now.
Although we were in a heavy situation, I couldn't help but be amused by his expression.
I couldn't help laughing and patting his head.
"You poor little one, don't cry now, okay? If you keep crying, you will attract the pursuers."
Harry abruptly stopped crying, feeling aggrieved.I ignored him and turned to look at Sylvia.
"Aren't you coming to the selection competition after the military parade tomorrow?"
Sylvia sighed and said in a low voice, "I have no choice but to give it up."
What she said made me even angrier.
With hatred in my heart, I wished I could beat Richard to death.
Who would have thought that my small wish would come true so soon? When Harry and I sent Sylvia
out of the city, Richard and his men surrounded us.
What a coincidence! I sneered, pulled Harry and Sylvia, and ran away.
Damn! We were totally outnumbered.It would be too foolish not to run for our lives.
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