novelraw Chapter 767: Funeral
Chapter 767: Funeral
Fourteen thousand eight hundred yuan.
Where is this fourteen thousand? It’s fifteen thousand!
Last night, under Dottie’s Mom’s urge, he mustered up the courage to ask Henry Stanton for money to see the doctor, but Henry Stanton directly refused, saying that the funds from the mine hadn’t come through yet.
Mind you, last night he only asked for this month’s salary!
He couldn’t come up with a few thousand yuan for salary but spent fifteen thousand on flowers??
"That’s not all," Cece continued. "The carpenter next door, who’s building a house, said that Mr. Henry Stanton plans to build a large villa with a garden; it won’t come down to anything less than a few million."
"A few million?!" Dottie’s Dad almost lost his voice and asked with a trembling voice, "Are you serious?"
"Can it be fake? The whole town is talking about it, even the mayor wants to pay a personal visit."
Dottie’s Dad fell into silence, his face unusually grim.
Finally arriving at Henry Stanton’s home, Dottie’s Dad looked at the extravagantly decorated funeral scene and hesitated to go in, saying only, "Young lady, this is the place, you go on in."
"Thank you, uncle." Cece nodded with a smile and went in with the bill.
Shortly after, Cece came out and found Dottie’s Dad still standing there.
She deliberately walked over and said, "Hey? Uncle, I’ve already collected the money, why haven’t you gone in yet? Didn’t you say you were here to attend the funeral?"
"I-I’ll go in later." Dottie’s Dad fixed his eyes on the bill in Cece’s hand, feeling as if his feet were filled with lead, unable to move.
At the same time, he felt his heart growing colder bit by bit, like a flame being extinguished, never to rekindle.
This was a complete loss of trust in Henry Stanton.
Cece observed the expression on Dottie’s Dad’s face, said nothing more, and left directly.
Dottie’s Dad stood at the door for a long time, finally giving a deep look at the gate of Henry Stanton’s house before turning to head to the village head’s home.
About half an hour later, the scheduled time for the funeral had arrived.
Henry Stanton went to the front yard where the funeral was being held, only to find that none of the villagers he had called were there.
"What’s going on?" Henry Stanton asked the bodyguard, "Why hasn’t anyone shown up yet? Didn’t you notify them one by one?"
The bodyguard shook his head and said, "According to your instructions, we’ve informed every household. But a few people came just now, and for some reason, they left again, and no one has come since."
Henry Stanton suddenly had an ominous feeling, could it be that these people were trying to cause trouble?
But Henry Stanton quickly dismissed the thought.
A bunch of uneducated fools, how could they possibly cause trouble?
"What on earth are they up to? The auspicious time is almost here, and they’re still dawdling!" Henry Stanton said with a dark face, "Go out and call the people, tell them that for my mother’s funeral, no matter what they’re doing, they must come!"
"Yes!"
The bodyguard responded and was about to leave when the sound of chaotic footsteps began to rise.
Judging by the sound, it seemed like a hundred or so people were coming.
Henry Stanton looked up and saw a dense crowd heading towards the front yard.
He breathed a sigh of relief, murmuring, "I knew they wouldn’t dare not come."
Not only did they all come, but they came together, which was giving him a lot of face!
Henry Stanton, feeling pleased with himself, put on a smile and went forward to greet them.
"Everyone’s here, come on, the time is almost calculated, let’s change into mourning clothes."
According to the customs of the Stanton Estate, guests attending the funeral must also wear white hats made by the host’s family, which counts as wearing mourning attire.
However, just as Henry Stanton finished speaking, he finally sensed something was off.