Half an hour later, Stefan arrived at the hospital mortuary.
From a distance, when his assistant saw him approaching with a stern expression,   cold sweat trickled down his back.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Harrison. My mistake. Mrs. Harrison's dead body was taken away."
The assistant walked to Stefan gingerly, daring not to look into his eyes.
Stefan's aura was icy cold as he grabbed his assistant by the collar and snapped, "Who did it?"
Without waiting for an answer, he added sharply, "It was Rupert Turner, wasn't it?"
The assistant was taken aback but quickly nodded in agreement.
Stefan released his grip on the collar and turned away from his trembling assistant.
"Damned Rupert!" he muttered under his breath before storming up the stairs to confront him.
As Stefan rounded the corner of the stairs, Melissa blocked his path with determination in her eyes.
"Get out of my way!" Stefan snapped impatie

"Martha is my wife. You're in no place to decide for her."
Stefan frowned, looking at Rupert with sharp eyes.
"You love her, so what? She is still my wife though she dies. Only I can decide where she is to be buried! "
Rupert glanced at him lightly, then looked at the smiling face on the portrait, and said mockingly, "This is her last wish. But you wanna disappoint her even now?"
The cold air around Stefan seemed to have instantly dissipated after he heard this sentence.
In the photo on the tombstone, Martha was smiling in happiness. Looking at it, Stefan felt heartache.      
He would never see her again.
The person who had been waiting for him to go home was nowhere to be found in this world.
If he had understood his feelings from the very beginning, maybe the tragedy would not have happened.
Standing aside, Rupert felt a bit ridiculous when he saw Stefan's distraught look.
He thought 

Stefan furrowed his brows, his eyes bloodshot.
"Did you say she had blood cancer?"
Glaring at him coldly, Rupert growled in a hoarse voice, "Half a month ago, she was diagnosed with blood cancer."
'Half a month ago?'
Stefan couldn't believe it. "Half a month ago? But that's when I shook off Martha's hand and made her fall to the ground at the hospital entrance."
At that time, Stefan thought Martha was pretending to have a nosebleed.   Little did he know that it was actually caused by her blood cancer.
Stefan almost stopped breathing. Then he suddenly realized her recent status.
He had thought she looked fragile because of some mild sickness but now knew it was all due to blood cancer.
"Why didn't she tell me about it?" Stefan asked in irritation.
"She had lost so much weight. Haven't you noticed it?"
Rupert snorted and added with sarcasm, "Oh, right. You were too busy loving and caring for another woman wholeheartedly. How could you notice her change?"
Stefan pressed his lips together but didn't retort.   He knew deep down that Rupert wasn't entirely wrong about this matter.
Rupert sneered. "Yesterday, Martha went to have a pregnancy check. The result showed she was pregnant."
This news startled Stefan. Rupert, seeing no remorse on Stefan's face, couldn't contain his anger any longer and punched him in the face.
"She's carrying your baby! And now they're both dead because of you, you ruthless bastard!" Rupert yelled.
Stefan didn't even try to dodge the punch and ended up with a bruised face immediately.
"Is Martha really pregnant?" Stefan wondered as he tried to focus his eyes through the pain. He couldn't shake Martha's words from the day before out of his head.
"What if I tell you I'm pregnant? Will you..."   she had asked him in the hospital ward before her surgery.
But he had replied to her coldly -- he wouldn't want the baby even if she was pregnant.   
He then ordered for her to be taken into surgery without another thought or glance at her expression.
"She must have been so desperate after hearing my hurtful words," Stefan realized it as he looked at Martha's lifeless body on the bed, feeling his heart contract with regret and sorrow.
Rupert seemed to use up his strength by hitting Stefan. Squatting down and covering his face, he added hoarsely, "It's all your fault. You misunderstood our friendship. We never had an affair!"
"You were right about one thing though," Rupert continued through sobs. "I do like Martha... but she only loved you wholeheartedly and ignored me like a silly woman."
At his words, Stefan trembled. 'They never have an affair?'
Leaning against the wall weakly, Stefan looked haggard and lonely.
He and Martha had been married for three years.
In the past three years, he had hardly returned home. To take revenge on her, he kept many mistresses and called her to clean up the mess after spending nights with them.
Martha had obediently done so   on countless nights.   Even though it pained her to see Stefan with other women. Her jealousy only seemed to delight him more.
Stefan never thought he cared about Martha until now.
As he looked at her lying motionless in bed, his heart felt like it was being torn apart piece by piece. He almost failed to catch up his breath.
Stefan exhaled heavily and dared not look at her any longer.
When they first met ten years ago, she wore a white dress and hopped up and down while walking towards him. She timidly looked at him and said softly, "You are so handsome, Stefan."
He wished she could still stand before him now.
But she lay there lifeless - gone forever.
When Rupert raised his head, he saw Stefan's haggard face. He knew Stefan regretted it.
But Martha wouldn't have suffered that much if it weren't for him.
Rupert tried hard to stand up. "Stefan, you don't deserve to marry her!" he snorted.
With those words, he staggered out of the morgue.
However, his growls reechoed repeatedly in Stefan's ears.
Stefan lifted his foot, walking towards the bed. He stood next to Martha, his eyes full of mixed feelings.
The smell of disinfectant overwhelmed him, reminding him he was in a morgue. The dead silence in the room also made him realize Martha had been gone.
Stefan wanted to stroke her cheek but was afraid of touching the coldness that would cause a tearing pain in his heart.
His lips parted. After a long time, he said in a husky, imploring voice, "Martha... Stop messing around. Open your eyes and look at me."
However, only the silence responded to him.
Stefan stared at her in pain, gripping her hands tightly.
He muffled to coax her, "Martha, as long as you wake up, I'll make all your wishes come true. You'll still be my wife. We can also have many babies."
...
The Doyle Manor.
Maxwell was taken aback when he received Martha's bad news. His phone dropped to the floor, but he didn't know.
In an instant, Maxwell's loving eyes reddened. "How dare Stefan do it!|
Bianca bolted from the blue and sobbed for a long time before returning to her senses.
Maxwell and Bianca rushed into the hospital in half an hour.
On the way, Maxwell was absentminded, looking aged in an instant.
Bianca kept shedding her tears and muttering to herself. She found it hard to believe Martha would die so suddenly.
After getting out of the car, the two helped each other while walking towards the morgue. In the corridor, they encountered Stefan, Melissa, and Rupert.
As Maxwell looked into Stefan's eyes, he failed to repress his anger and sorrow and waved his walking stick at Stefan. "Give my daughter back to me!" Maxwell roared furiously.
He tossed out the walking stick and staggered, almost falling.
Bianca immediately helped him keep his balance. Gazing at Stefan, she didn't speak    Stefan's eyes dimmed. Pressing his thin lips together, he cast down his eyes full of pain and regrets.
'How could this have happened? It's all my fault.'
Stefan's indifferent reaction added fuel to the fire. Maxwell boiled up with rage.
Pointing at Stefan, Maxwell scolded him angrily, "If I had known you were such a bastard, I wouldn't have let Martha marry you."
His words made Stefan's pupils constrict. The pang in his heart became sharper.
"I'm sorry..."
Maxwell was so enraged that his face twisted ferociously.
"You made my daughter die, Stefan. I must let you pay the price! I swear!"
Melissa looked up at him and could tell how heartbroken he was.
She felt sorry and wanted to talk to him, but Rupert immediately pulled her back, slightly shaking his head.
Melissa repressed her urge, her eyes dropping to her lap.
She didn't know if it was appropriate to do so.
They helped Martha leave, but everyone who loved and cared about her was hurt. Melissa wondered if it was right or wrong.
...
The ICU ward.
A woman in her forties, wearing an orange dress and white high heels, swung into Hollie's ward and stood next to her bed.
Seeing the comer, Hollie beamed at her.
The woman was Libby, the best friend of Hollie's mother. Like Hollie's mother, Libby always hung out in bars and pubs. She was in her forties but looked in her thirties, attractive to men.
Libby told Hollie what was happening in the corridor.
Hollie was taken aback for a short moment.
She hadn't expected Martha to be pregnant and have blood cancer, for real.
If she didn't make a move, Martha would die soon, wouldn't she?
Thinking of that, Hollie frowned and asked worriedly, "Libby, would we be exposed?"
Libby gripped her hand tightly with a smile and patted it gently.
"I've arranged those people well. They are trustworthy. Don't you trust me?"
Libby's guarantee relieved Hollie.
Libby had been staying in this city for decades, so she had known some influential men.
Uneasiness faded off Hollie's heart gradually.
After calming down, Hollie gripped Libby's hand back lovingly and said in a sweet tone, "Libby, what are you talking about? How could I not trust you?"
"Rest here. Relax. Nothing's gonna happen," Libby replied, staring at Hollie in love and tenderness.
Hollie chitchatted and laughed with her for a moment. Suddenly, she remembered something and blurted out anxiously, "Martha's death must have given Stefan a hard blow. Besides, she died with his baby. Libby, I'm afraid..."
She broke off. After Martha had been gone, Stefan never went to her ward again.
Libby darted at her and answered in disdain, "That's for sure, but so what? She's dead now."
Patting Hollie's hand, she added, "You are alive. What are you afraid of? You have plenty of time."
...
After Stefan returned to the Harrison Group, he sent his assistant to watch Martha's dead body to avoid anyone getting closer.
Then he locked himself up in the office and didn't leave for the following three days.
Maxwell came to ask him for Martha's corpse for cremation and funeral, but Stefan refused to meet him.
He was unwilling to believe an alive person suddenly died. He couldn't watch Martha be sent to the cremation and buried in the cold, lonely cemetery.
The curtains of the office had been pulled down.
"Creak--"
A light entered the office from the door. Suddenly, the glass breaking sound was heard, and a slender figure squeezed into the office through the door crack.
Frowning deeply, Eden glanced at the curtains.
It was a sunny day. However, after the curtains had been pulled down, the room was as dark as night, reigned over by dead silence.
Eden noticed the broken glass under his feet, his eyes dark.
The glass pieces were scattered on the messy floor. Eden also noticed the bloodstains on the glass, some solidified and some not.
Leaning against the sofa, Stefan hung his head low, his hair messy.
"Are you sitting here hurting yourself?" Eden asked, looking annoyed.
Stefan didn't speak, his eyes glittering slightly.
Looking around the dim room, Eden furrowed his eyebrows in irritation.
"Don't you know there's chaos outside? How can you hide here? I'm here to ask how you want to deal with her dead body?"
The words "dead body" caused a trace of pain in Stefan's eyes.
Watching him, Eden heaved a sigh resignedly.
He added, softening his tone, "She's already dead and can't return to life. When she was alive, you had tortured her so much. Now, she's gone. Can you bury her and let her rest in peace?"
Stefan tightly clenched his hands, which were covered by the blood.
Staring at the scattered glass pieces, he replied hoarsely, "I won't let her rest in peace all my life."
Eden signed again.
When Martha was still alive, Stefan had never cherished her. He regretted it now, but what was the point of it?
"You kept her corpse in the morgue and didn't allow the Doyles to take her away. You also didn't want her to be sent to cremation or the cemetery. Do you want to keep her from going to heaven?"
Stefan pressed his lips together, his eyes deep and dark.
'Will she not go to Heaven?'
In that case, she would come to him and be with him. Stefan preferred this idea.
Suddenly, a phone vibrated.
Eden picked it up. After listening for a while, he answered solemnly, "OK. I see."
After ending the call, he looked at his dispirited friend on the floor and wanted to tell him something.
After hesitation, Eden parted his lips and said, "Martha's dead body was taken away."
Meanwhile, he slightly breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't a bad thing for Martha. Much better than lying in the cold morgue all the time.
However, Stefan jumped to his feet. Looking anxious, he bypassed Eden and strode towards the door.
Watching his figure fading away, Eden shook his head.
'He ought to have found out his love for Martha earlier. Now what's the use of regretting it?'

Half an hour later, Stefan arrived at the hospital mortuary.
From a distance, when his assistant saw him approaching with a stern expression,   cold sweat trickled down his back.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Harrison. My mistake. Mrs. Harrison's dead body was taken away."
The assistant walked to Stefan gingerly, daring not to look into his eyes.
Stefan's aura was icy cold as he grabbed his assistant by the collar and snapped, "Who did it?"
Without waiting for an answer, he added sharply, "It was Rupert Turner, wasn't it?"
The assistant was taken aback but quickly nodded in agreement.
Stefan released his grip on the collar and turned away from his trembling assistant.
"Damned Rupert!" he muttered under his breath before storming up the stairs to confront him.
As Stefan rounded the corner of the stairs, Melissa blocked his path with determination in her eyes.
"Get out of my way!" Stefan snapped impatiently at her.
"No!"
But Melissa stood firm and refused to budge despite seeing dark circl

Chapter 15 Cremation and Funeral