Natasha's pov
If I don't obey, bran will be tortured.
I whispered in bran's ear, "I'll take care of father and myself. Don't worry me. Wait for me. I'll bring you back."
"Sister..." bran released me, Winson said coldly,
"Philip, aren't you going yet?"
Philip walks up to bran and whispers, " et's go."
Bran stares at Winson coldly, "listen, if you dare to hurt my sister, I will not let you go."
He followed Philip's footsteps and left.
Winson had something else to say. Edward was afraid that we would make a scene, so he came forward and said, "Natasha, since Edmond's business needs to be investigated, is his funeral still going to be handled?"
I turned my head and looked through the door glass at Murphy who was unconscious inside.
If dad knows that brother was killed, how can he bear it
I nodded and said, "do it."
Edward added, "but if he is cremated, there is no evidence."
"Don't cremate him for the time being. I just... Hope you can keep it a secret."
Edward looks at Winson.
Seeing that Winson didn't object, he nodded, "OK."
This night, Winson didn't bother me again."
The next morning, Murphy woke up. I held his hand and said softly, "Dad, I just... Have brought him back from the crematorium. I'll take him to my mother in a moment. Is it convenient for you to...?"
Murphy nodded with sadness on his face.
I helped Murphy out of the ward.
Seeing Winson, Murphy looked at him and frowned, but he didn't say a word.
As soon as we got to the elevator entrance, Wendy was supported by others. She ran over crying and knelt down in front of Murphy.
"Uncle, I'm sorry. I only heard about my cousin this morning."
Murphy sighed, "Wendy, let me go."
Wendy cried, "Uncle..."
"Get out of the way."
Wendy just cried and didn't give way.
I grabbed Wendy's arm, pulled her up and pushed her aside.
Wendy staggered and fell to the ground.
Winson went over and helped Wendy up. His voice was fierce, "natashsa..."
"Winson, thank you for notifying your beloved woman to pay tribute to Edmond. However, we do not accept your kindness."
"You're really unkind. She's Edmond's cousin and has the right to come here."
"Today, our whole family is heartbroken. You can stand aside, you can humiliate us. But please don't impose your ideas on us. Even if Edmond is heinous, it won't be her turn."
Winson goes forward.
Murphy pulled me behind him,
"Winson, the friendship between our two families is not enough for you to come again to pay tribute to my dead son. As for Wendy, I have done my utmost to raise her. My son does not need her to pay tribute."
Winson clenches his fist. "Philip."
"You send some people to watch Murphy and Natasha. They owe me a debt, but they haven't paid it off yet. We can't let them escape."
Winson raised his eyebrows defiantly,
I looked at Wendy, who was weak and leaning in Winson's arms, and then looked at Winson, who had a cruel face.
I helped my father to leave.
Philip took the people and followed us.
Winson's pov
I loosened Wendy and asked coldly, "who let you come here?"
Wendy sobbed, "I went to find you and found out that... It was my cousin who had left."
As she spoke, she cried, "Winson, I have to go. That's my cousin."
"Knowing that they don't welcome you, you still go. "
Wendy dried her tears and said stubbornly, "I just want to have a clear conscience."
"Whether you have a clear conscience has nothing to do with whether you go to the memorial. Go back."
I was about to get on the car when Edward chased me out of the building.
"Winson, wait a minute."
Edward came running over and said out of breath, "there's a call for me. The police officer investigating the Edmond case is here. Would you like to go over and have a look?"
I said to the driver, "take Wendy back first."
I left with Edward.
Wendy's pov
After listening to Edward's words, I was worried.
hey're investigating Edmond's death?
Edmond died by accident. Why should they check?
I took out my spare mobile phone and dialed the number.
"It's me."
"It seems that Winson has found a police officer to investigate the cause of Edmond's death."
"Are you sure?"
"When Edward said that, I was in the car and heard it clearly. Didn't you say that Edmond's death was an accident? Was there any flaw left? What should we do?"
The person at the other end of the mobile phone smiled indifferently, "don't worry, even if they really check, I will find someone to carry the blame."
"Will the other party be willing?"
"As long as I put the evidence on him, it's useless whether he will or not. You can feel at ease and think nothing has happened."
After hanging up the phone, I took a breath,.
Natasha's pov
On the way to the cemetery, Murphy held Edmond's "Urn" and stroked it gently.
I know how sad dad is now, but I don't know how to comfort him.
Murphy finally couldn't restrain himself. He knocked his head on the concrete in front of the tombstone and cried loudly.
"Elsa, I'm sorry for you. I sent Edmond to you. I'm sorry for you..."
My mother's smile makes my heart bleed.
Kneeling down, I quietly listened to my father vent his grief.
I must take my father and brother to escape from this place darker than hell.
After half an hour, Murphy finally got up.
He whispered, "Edmond, go to your mother's side, don't make her angry anymore, take good care of her, and wait for Dad...."
" Natasha."
"Well, Dad."
"Do you still love him?"
I couldn't help crying, "I don't love anymore, I dare not love anymore, Dad. I regret it."
Murphy held me in his arms.
"Baby, in this lifetime, everyone will take the wrong road, but it doesn't matter. We just need to correct it."
"Natasha, run away."
I was shocked. I released Murphy and looked at him, "Dad?"
"Dad is not in good health, Dad can't go, but you can. Can you please do something?"
Murphy's pov
I held Natasha's thin and pale face and gently stroked it.
This is the baby I spoiled and raised in my hand.
How did you get so upset?
"Promise Dad that you must go, and take bran with you. As long as you go, Dad won't be afraid anymore?"
Natasha shook her head. "No... I don't, I won't leave you here."
"Natasha... we are not Winson's opponents. Natasha, you have to live well, so you must go. Do you understand?"
"Dad..."
"Natasha, Now that Edmond has left, I only hope that you and bran can be happy.."
Natasha's face is full of tears
Philip sent someone to take me back to the hospital.
He personally escorted natashsa back according to Winson's order.
Natasha's pov
When I entered the living room, Winson and Wendy were both there.
Wendy saw me, got up and came to me quickly, "Natasha, Uncle, is he OK?"
I ignored her and went straight into the room.
Wendy stubbornly stopped my way.
"Natasha, my uncle is hospitalized, I will take care of him, OK?"
I grabbed Wendy's collar and said, "you dare."