With someone else present, Gianna wiped away her tears and slowly stood up, “Tyrell, you’re here.”
During these three days, Bryson’s funeral arrangements were all assisted by Tyrell, so Gianna had a good impression of him.
Tyrell nodded, “I was afraid you wouldn’t be able to keep up with the work.”
Gianna smiled bitterly, “It’s okay, just bury the person directly, no need for any ceremony.”
Her late husband in heaven probably wouldn’t want to see that scene just now.
Gianna buried Bryson’s ashes in the cemetery with only four people present.
Gianna was with Dorothy, Tyrell, and his driver.
The funeral was also completed.
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the Lambert’s manor.
Dwayne absentmindedly stared at the phone screen for three whole days, and Dorothy didn’t come home.
No phone call, no text message.
“Dwayne!” Soniayn stormed into the study, “You’re out of your mind, how could you let that little bastard into the Lambert
family!”
Dwayne put away his phone and raised his eyelids, “He was just a kid.”
“It’s not your child, why do you care?” Soniayn was so angry, “What, you don’t want to give birth yourself, you have to make others do it?”
The man rubbed his nose bridge, closed his eyes to rest, his handsome face slightly tired, “Just let him stay with the Lambert family for a while.”
“I disagreed!”
He laughed and said, “It’s not like I asked you to bring it.”
“Dwayne, do you really not understand or are you pretending not to understand? What will people think if you leave him with the Lambert family? How will Dorothy think?”
Soniayn wished she could pry open his brain and see if he and his father shared the same brain, if their thoughts were the
same.
Dwayne pulled open his tie with one hand, “Don’t you dislike her?”
“I didn’t like Dorothy, but I was clear about it! She is still my daughter–in–law! I’m not speaking up for her, I’m speaking up for
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a third party?”
The words seemed to displease Dwayne, his brows furrowed slightly, “Sonia is not a third party.”
Soniayn sneered, “With someone like you, I really don’t believe it if you say you didn’t have an affair with Sonía!”
“The pure are self–pure, I don’t need others to believe.”
Dwayne walked out of the villa and Margaret, who was waiting outside the door, received a call. She approached him and said, “Mr. Lambert, I just received news that Bryson has passed away. Ms. Acosta has been handling her father’s affairs for the past three days.”
Dwayne’s movement of getting on the car paused, his gaze suddenly fixed on Margaret’s face, “When did it happen?”
