When Tyrell heard the word “son–in–law,” his movement of helping Gianna out of the car paused.
Gianna couldn’t take in anything at the moment, and she didn’t respond to the neighbor’s questions either.
Dorothy was too busy sending Gianna back to rest, so she naturally didn’t pay attention.
Watching the mother and daughter ignore each other, the neighbor muttered, “What a gloomy expression, as if someone had
died!”
Dorothy helped Gianna into the house, with Tyrell also lending a hand.
After Gianna returned to the bedroom, she finally spoke, “I want to be alone for a while.”
Dorothy was worried about her, but the sudden turn of events happened too quickly, and she did need some time to calm
down.
“Mom, I am right outside the door, just call me if you need anything.”
Dorothy left the bedroom.
Tyrell was looking at her in the living room, “How is Aunt?”
She shook her head, “She’s fine.”
“Dorothy, don’t be too sad. If there’s anything you need from me, just speak up,” Tyrell approached, raising his hand and placing it on her shoulder, “Don’t keep it all to yourself either.”
After hearing this sentence, Dorothy’s heart suddenly felt even more uncomfortable.
“Let yourself cry if you want to.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Dorothy covered her lips, trying not to cry too loudly.
Tyrell embraced her and patted her back to comfort her.
**
Three days later.
Bryson’s funeral was simple, but among those who came to pay their respects, only Alyson was sincere, while the rest of the Acosta family were trying to find ways to take over Bryson’s business.
Madam Acosta and the Mitchell family were in cahoots, humiliating Gianna in front of the funeral parlor, “If my son hadn’t married you, would he have died so soon! You are just a gold digger! And you still want to take over the Acosta family’s belongings!”
Gianna remained silent from beginning to end, just standing there quietly.
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Dorothy walked into the lobby and said, “Enough!”
Several people looked at Dorothy.
“When my dad was alive, did you ever think about helping him? Now that he’s gone, the house and business have become yours? My dad hasn’t even had his seventh–day memorial yet, are you still human?”
