Chapter 967

By the time Gregory arrived, Beatrice had already been buried. Meanwhile, Alistair did not appear once throughout the funeral. The azure sky was slowly overtaken by drifting clouds, and before long, a gentle drizzle began to fall. It was impossible to count how many times it had rained in Belchester City this month. The overcast weather mirrored the gloom in Mayra's heart. She stood behind the Sawyer family, her figure barely visible amidst them. It was over. It was completely over. However, for Mayra, this was the start of her nightmare. Once everyone left, they returned to the Ledingham mansion at 8:30 pm. Mayra and Brandon followed Camilla, with Carla supporting her. "You've both had a long night. Have something to eat first, then head back to your rooms to rest," Camilla said. Mayra could feel how much weaker Camilla's voice had become. It sounded light and feeble as if she could barely muster the strength to speak. "I'm not tired. Brandon and I got some rest last nigh