Female Novel
Chapter 402 Does She Deserve It?
A shot was fired.
Time seemed to be frozen.
The loud bang hit Katherine in her mind, who regained her strength, rose to her feet and turned around
to witness the situation.
Her face happened to be splashed by the red blood.
Her mind completely boggled.
In her sight, her mother was falling backward heavily, panic-stricken, the cinerary casket slipping out of
her hands.
In between her eyebrows, red color burst forth like a florescent plum flower.
“Brent!”
At the critical moment, Mr. Ward exclaimed, his voice penetrating the transitory stillness.
Brent stood up from kneeling, dived ahead like an arrow, rolled in the air to catch the casket into his
arms, his body badly hit against the ground as he fell off.
Although knocked hard, he acted as if nothing had happened, saying, “Young master, it’s alright!”
Jack nodded and said, “Rebury my mother’s ashes.”
After that, he bent to pick up the bag and walked slowly to the grave of his mother.
He didn’t bother to have a glance at Elissa’s body, not caring about what had been done.
Mr. Ward didn’t hesitate to follow him.
Lyndall remained on the same place, lit up two cigarettes and passed on to Willy.
“You should have done it faster, so that I might have not hated the woman so much.”
He sounded as if he was blaming the man, while he was actually expressing his feeling of Katherine.
“I’m sorry, boss.” Willy lowered his head and apologized.
At this time, the dumbstruck woman finally came to herself as she began to have a clear sight of
everything in front of her.
“Mom ...”
She staggered and crawled like a maniac until she reached the body.
Her mother looked so dead with her pupils dilated within her furious bulging eyes, and her mouth barely
closed.
Heart-broken, Katherine embraced the body, which wrenched loud sobs from her.
“How stupid you are! Why didn’t you listen to me! I was trying to save you. I’m your daughter. All I did
was to help you!”
Her howls echoed though the wooded mountain.
But no one else felt the need to take pity on her.
Even Lyndall was simply smoking as an onlooker.
Before his mother’s grave, Jack lit up the incense, candles, and joss papers, fighting back his
anguished tears as he seriously received the casket from Brent.
The battered casket emerged as a reminder for Jack of how his mother’s ashes had been sprinkled.
It was too heart-wrenching that he failed to hold back tears despite his considerable restraint.
His lips quivered to squeeze out an extremely low mumble, “It’s my fault, mother. I failed to prevent the
beast from intruding into your peaceful rest.”
With great care, he settled the casket well into the grave, then knelt to cover it with handfuls of soils he
held up.
Tears were welling up in his red eyes.
He had not stopped the burying even when his hands were bleeding owing to grit and rubble.
His fury and ruthlessness had now all turned into an overwhelming sense of guilt.
A son’s failure to ensure that his mother died a natural death was against his filial duty.
A son’s failure to ensure that his mother rested in peace was the most flagrant rebellion against his filial
duty.
“Young master, please allow me.”
With a compassionate face, Brent knelt beside the grave, about to pick up a handful of clay.
“Stop!”
Jack looked like a beast, glaring at Brent, roaring, “It’s my mother. I’ll do it myself!”
Brent was frightened, hurrying to step back and join Mr. Ward in burning the joss papers.
A mound of grit was piled up by Jack with his bleeding hands covered by dirt.
After all this, Jack moved closer to the grave in tears, and, despite the holdback of Brent and Mr. Ward,
held up the fallen tombstone, leaving two dark red handprints.
Still kneeling, he stared at the photo on the stone that had already been worn out into scraps and burst
out weeping.
He felt as if inside his chest there was stuffed up with stones that choked him a lot.
Finally, he was in flood of tears.
A man doesn’t give in to cry until he is in heart-wrenching anguish.
The sight of this made Lyndall and Willy feel a strong sense of guilt and sympathy.
How could a human, a man especially, simply accept everything that had just happened within a short
time?
And it all happened owing to ... a mere madwoman!
So hateful!
So detestable!
“Mother ... mother ...”
Hugging her mother’s body, Katherine lost her mind, letting tears fall and howls last.
Her voice started to fade. She softly raised her hands, slid across the body’s face to close her mother’s
eyes.
Then she sprawled and tried to reach the bag in front of Jack as much as she could.
Clap!
Jack hit her hard.
The sudden pain drove her to yell, then sobbed to beg, “You’ve killed my mother. Can’t I even burn
some joss papers for her?”
“She deserves it?” replied Jack in a cold tone.
His voice was like a powerful hand that pressed her into an abyss.
She then witnessed how he, indifferent, threw the whole bag into the glowing flames, making it soon
ablaze.
After all this, Jack kowtowed hard three times in front of his mother’s grave.
Then, he stood up.
And he left.
“Jack ...”
Katherine attempted to stop him with her roar, eager to have a few more words with him.
But he didn’t stop his pace and threw a chilly reply, “You should thank me for being generous enough
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He was being too mean that Katherine was hit by an overwhelming sense of frigidness, which froze her
words within her throat.
Jack left with grievous Mr. Ward and Brent.
He didn’t even look at Lyndall when passing him.
His coldness struck Lyndall and Willy a lot.
Thunder!
A lightening broke the dark firmament.
The blowing winds became even stronger.
The long restrained heavy rain finally poured down.
The thick clouds unlocked the deluge.
It was getting harder.
Gurgling ...
The falling rain make the whole realm in between the sky and the ground brim with mists.
Throwing away the cigarette butt, Lyndall turned around as he said, “Willy, let’s go.”
Shocked, Katherine quivered all over.
“Lyndall, help me! Help me bury my mother!”
She was almost begging.
However, “Does she deserve it?” said he chillily.
It added more astonishment to her.
Her face looked twisted with terror and surprise.
“What ... what do you mean?”
“We’re done.”
Looking up to face straight the sky, he wiped the rain on his face, squeezed out a narrow smile and
said, “I’m no good man. But I have my bottom line. People like me don’t deserve you. Thank you for
letting me know completely of you.”
His ironic comment was clear and definite.
Katherine was dumbstruck.
Witnessing the two figures disappearing in the dark, she found her mind had gone blank.
The thunder and downpour went more fierce.
She was drenched and dwarfed into a skeleton sitting alone on the ground.
Nothing ... She got nothing left!
The body she had been holding tight, at this moment, slid away from her hands.
“Ah!”
She raised her head against the deluge and let out a heart-broken howl ...