Chapter 3 Can't Contend for a Dead Person
Amanda's tears fell once again, and the bridge of her nose was sour. She almost exhausted all her strength before she asked softly: "Steven, from now on, you no longer have Lu Man in your life. Are you satisfied? "
After hanging up the phone, she cried for a long time, and then resolutely picked up the pen and signed her name on the third agreement: Amanda.
She didn't want a penny from him from the beginning to the end, then she went out of the house, let herself leave with dignity at least.
Since then, Amanda was no longer Steven's wife.
Steven was no longer the person she had loved since childhood.
Steven heard the message she left finally.
There were millions of grievances and sorrows in her voice, but the ending sound was resolute, very clear, and firm.
His handsome, thick eyebrows frowned. He should have been relieved, but at this time he felt a cloud of gas in his chest, making him panic.
He instinctively wanted to dial her phone again, but there was a warning tone that the phone was turned off.
At the same time, a piece of news popped up on the phone.
Flight DL199 to Europe crashed, there were 132 passengers in it and no survivors until now.
At the same time, the sound of the bedroom door being opened drew back his thoughts.
He frowned, and when he saw Anne rushing forward, her petite body plunged into his arms, crying so loud that her body was trembling.
Steven’s wide palm fell on her back: "What's the matter? Why are you crying?"
Anne's voice was desperate, she muttered: "Brother Han, my sister...the plane that my sister was on crashed..."
Hearing this, Steven, who had always been calm, shook his whole body, and his eyes suddenly widened.
DL199, DL199...
The flight number kept popping out of his mind, and he vaguely remembered the flight number in the news just now, and the last four words-no survivor.
Anne’s cries were a little hysterical: "It's me, it's me that reported the tour group for my sister, it's me... killed my sister."
For the first time in his life, Steven, who had always been cold-hearted, felt heartache.
Because the woman who followed him for many years and ruined his happiness by all means suddenly died.
Just like her last sentence, he no longer has Amanda in his life.
Steven only felt darkness before his eyes, and Anne hurriedly shouted in his ears: "Brother Han, Brother Han!"
……
Six years later.
Funeral Home.
At noon, everyone went to the cafeteria.
People were eating when a pretty beautiful woman came in.
She has shoulder-to-shoulder mid-length hair, and her tall figure in white overalls made her very dignified. Her pace was not fast, but every step was elegant and confident.
Especially her face, with a pair of beautiful eyes with a cold light, and the small peach lips under the bridge of her nose, which was so sexy that no one can remove their eyes.
Someone immediately whispered: "Look, she is the Amanda I just mentioned, an undertaker in the funeral parlor who came back from abroad, and many family members of the deceased designated her."
"So pretty, I heard that she is the fiance of the boss of the funeral parlor!"
"How did I hear that she is an unmarried mother with a pair of children?"
"unmarried mother? she is the daughter of the owner of the funeral parlor, I’m so envious, this is the woman who has reached the pinnacle of life."
Amanda's cold eyes swept over the whispering people, and aura from her body immediately silenced them.
She found a quiet place and sat down, her lunch box was full of vegetables.
After six years, everything was different, but Liang City was still under the control Steven.
Suddenly, her cell phone rang, interrupting her thoughts.