Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Chapter 1181 Alice’s Funeral

"Miss Song, we meet again. Are you here to visit Alice?"

Song Yaoyao met his eyes. "Of course."

"Oh! Alice will be very happy to see you!" Count Lancaster said, "I apologize for offending your subordinates. Please follow me."

With him leading the way, Song Yaoyao was not stopped this time.

When Song Yaoyao came, she had already thought that Alice's condition would be very bad, but she did not expect it to be so bad. She was lying on the soft bed, her thin and weak body almost merging with the bed. If one did not look carefully, they would not even be able to see her figure.

She only revealed half of her small face. Because she was thin, her pair of gem-like eyes were so big that they were somewhat terrifying.

"It is Alice's honor to be able to see you one last time," Count Lancaster said softly as he stood behind Song Yaoyao.

His tone carried a lingering sadness as if he could not accept all of this.

Song Yaoyao's expression was very calm. She asked, "Can I be alone with her for a while?"

Count Lancaster did not agree immediately.

Song Yaoyao added, "If you are worried, you can get someone to watch over me. I won't do anything to her."

"Alright."

Count Lancaster thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

"I'm sorry, Miss Song. I just love her too much."

Song Yaoyao nodded and watched as a female nurse walked into the ward under Lancaster's instructions. She stood at the door and looked at her.

Song Yaoyao sat down beside Alice's bed.

Alice's eyelashes trembled as she slowly opened her eyes. She did not know how much she had heard from the conversation with Count Lancaster just now.

"Yoyo."

"Alice, Are you alright?"

Upon hearing this, Alice chuckled softly and tried her best to look up. Such a simple action, yet it seemed so strenuous for her.

"I look terrible, right?"

"Well..." Song Yaoyao blinked. "Do you want to hear the truth?"

"I already know what you want to say."

The two looked at each other and smiled at the same time.

The slightly obese nurse stared at the two of them in confusion, not understanding why this conversation was so funny. But when she remembered the count's order, she still stared at Song Yaoyao with great vigilance.

Song Yaoyao ignored the watchful gaze as if she did not feel anything.

Alice smiled, and her tears suddenly fell.

She opened her mouth and weakly stretched out a hand from under the blanket to hold Song Yaoyao's hand. "I don't want to die."

Song Yaoyao lowered her eyes. "I'm sorry, Alice."

"It's not your fault, Yoyo." Alice's voice was faint as she said seriously, "I'm already very lucky to have met you."

The two of them did not spend much time together before the nurse interrupted their conversation. "I'm sorry, Miss Alice should be resting."

Song Yaoyao nodded. She stuffed Alice's hand back into the blanket and stood up.

Before she left, Alice suddenly called out to her.

"Yoyo!"

Song Yaoyao turned around.

Alice squeezed out a big smile with difficulty. "Will you come and see me off on the day I leave?"

Song Yaoyao nodded. "I will."

...

Alice did not even manage to hold on until the next day.

She seemed to be holding on with all her might, just so that she could see Song Yaoyao one last time. Her long-cherished wish had been fulfilled, and she could finally leave in peace.

Outside every single one of the Lancaster family's estates, white flags were hung at the entrance. The entire island was filled with flags that represented death, and the air was filled with a stifling pressure that could not be dispersed.

The funeral was very urgent, and the memorial service was scheduled for that day.

Song Yaoyao personally went to attend Alice's funeral. At the door, she met Yuna, whose eyes were red. Song Yaoyao was very surprised that her sister, who was at loggerheads with Alice, would actually cry over Alice's death.

Noticing Song Yaoyao's gaze, Yuna immediately straightened her chest, glared at her fiercely, and turned around to leave.

A hint of amusement flashed across Song Yaoyao's eyes as she followed the crowd inside.

Alice had been changed into a detailed and gorgeous princess dress and lay in an exquisite crystal coffin. There were fresh flowers all around her, and with light makeup, she looked as if she was sleeping, her complexion rosy.

Song Yaoyao walked around the coffin once, and finally bent down to place some fresh flowers beside her.

"Miss Song, thank you for coming."

Madam Celia had unknowingly stood beside Song Yaoyao.

"Alice and I are friends."

Song Yaoyao looked at her. Madam Celia's eyes flashed and she lowered her head towards Song Yaoyao without showing any emotions.

The burial would follow the funeral, but Song Yaoyao and Madam Celia did not go. Madam Celia expressed that she did not want to see her daughter buried in the soil; she would rather let everything stay in the present.

Most of the people followed the coffin to the cemetery. There were only a few people left.

Song Yaoyao went to the bathroom, but when she came out, she bumped into something hard.

"Ow—"

She grunted, holding her aching arm and looking up.

It was a man with chestnut-colored hair. When he realized that he had bumped into someone, he immediately stopped and apologized sincerely, "I'm sorry."

Song Yaoyao met the man's eyes and realized that there was a hint of amusement in the depths of his eyes. Yet, the expression on his face was exceptionally sincere, making him seem as if he had been separated into two different individuals. It was extremely strange.

Song Yaoyao could not describe the feeling she had. Her intuition told her that this person was not a kind person.

"It's okay."

"Oh, even so, I still have to apologize."

At this moment, a woman's call came from afar.

"Darling, we should head to the cemetery."

"Oh! Coming!"

The man smiled apologetically at her and left quickly.

Song Yaoyao followed behind him and looked over casually. The woman looked to be about twenty-five years old. Her long black dress outlined her sexy figure. She hugged the man and the two of them exchanged a kiss.

When they left together, Song Yaoyao suddenly felt a chill down her spine.

She raised her eyebrows and looked over. The woman she had never seen before had already retracted her gaze and left with the man.

"Who is she?" Song Yaoyao asked.

"Louis' most beloved daughter."

Beside her, Celia stood with a calm expression.

The hall gradually became quiet and empty.

"Oh? His most beloved isn't Alice?"

"Ha." Celia smiled and looked at Song Yaoyao. "I used to think she was too. Until I discovered that before he married me, he had a first love that he deeply loved."

"Oh..."

Song Yaoyao sighed. "What a tragic story." After saying this, she rubbed her sleeves and nodded at Celia. "I'm sorry for your loss."

Alice would be buried soon, so there was no need for her to stay any longer.

After expressing her condolences, Song Yaoyao bid her farewell and left.

...

Song Yaoyao's original purpose was to visit Alice. So, on the night of her burial, she took a private plane back to China.

On the plane, a young girl in a gorgeous dress slowly opened her eyes.