Chased Her Around After Breaking off His Engagement

Chapter 652: I Only Trusted You 

“The time had come,” the host glanced at the clock and elongated his voice, “to close the coffin.”

Upon hearing that the coffin was about to be closed, Silvia felt an immense reluctance.

The four pallbearers stood at the four corners of the coffin, ready to close it at any moment.

The host began reciting the ritual, “It’s time to close the coffin…”

Everyone stood in thirty rows facing the memorial image, and bowed in unison.

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The host continued, “Let us bid our final farewell to Freda…”

Just as the lid was about to be lowered, Silvia suddenly pushed Tel aside and threw herself onto the coffin, sobbing uncontrollably. “No… don’t close it…”

Tears streamed down Tel’s face as he covered it with his hands and wept.

Silvia clung tightly to the coffin and cried out to the hundreds of mourners, “Do you think there’s a possibility that we made a mistake? Maybe Freda isn’t dead… There have been many cases like this, where people thought a patient had died, but they were still alive, still breathing… Let’s have Freda rechecked!”

“Silvia…” Eloise shed tears and wanted to support Silvia to the side, but seeing Silvia’s distraught appearance, she couldn’t bear to do so.

“I can feel that Freda is not dead. She doesn’t want to be trapped inside. She’s calling for help…” Silvia turned to the people around her with hope in her voice. “Let’s open the coffin and have someone check… Maybe a miracle will happen?”

She could use “snowfall” as a sign. There must be a chance for Freda to open her eyes again.

“Madam, it’s better to let the departed rest,” the host advised. “Opening the coffin again would be disrespectful to the deceased.”

“No, she didn’t die. How can we consider her as the departed? She is still alive… Let’s open it and see…”

As Silvia said this, she suddenly remembered something and looked behind her, searching for a slender figure.

When she saw Isabella, she became excited. “Isa, I trusted only you among everyone here. Can you help me check if Freda is still alive? I will have the coffin opened. Can you please take a look?”

Isabella’s heart was filled with compassion, and she was about to speak.

“I’m begging you…” Silvia was about to kneel.

If it hadn’t been for Isabella to catch her in time, Silvia’s knees would have hit the ground already…

“Please, help me check if Freda is still alive. I have a strong intuition that she can be saved… Please!” Silvia held Isabella’s hand with tear-filled eyes, pleading, “Good child, please check again…”

Isabella glanced at Tel beside her. His eyes still held a faint glimmer of hope, as if he, like Silvia, wished for their daughter to be alive…

The surrounding Heilig Family relatives silently wept without stepping forward to intervene.

Not a single person among the guests in the room uttered a word, all bowing their heads in silence.

The host turned away, his eyes slightly moist.

Benjamin looked at Isabella’s profile and seemed to understand her decision.

“Alright.”

As Isabella uttered those words, Silvia immediately commanded, “Open the coffin.”

Her voice was filled with excitement and confidence, as if she genuinely believed in Freda’s resurrection.

The coffin lid was lifted, and inside lay Freda, dressed in her finest attire, with a peaceful expression. When Isabella’s hand touched Freda’s wrist, she could feel the softness of her skin.

This phenomenon was called “cadaveric hypostasis.”

After death, the loss of muscle tone causes the entire body to relax and become soft.

Not only was her body soft, but it was also cold to the touch.

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It was the “cadaveric coldness” that only appeared in the deceased.

“How is it, Isa? Is there still hope?” Silvia looked at Isabella with hopeful anticipation, waiting for a miracle to be revealed.

Isabella’s gaze fell on her, and with a heavy heart, she said, “Silvia, Freda no longer has any signs of life.”

“No, no…” Silvia shook her head, refusing to believe it. “Recheck Freda, please… I can feel that she’s still alive…”

As long as the divine physician Selby Brown had said she was alive, she must be alive!

After the mortician had prepared Freda, she looked like a sleeping princess, just as peaceful as she had always been.

“Freda wasn’t breathing,” Isabella said truthfully, despite her heartache. “She had passed away.”

Silvia couldn’t bear this blow. Freda was lying here so peacefully. Silvia still remembered the time they went to a flower field together last year, and Freda lay among the colourful flowers, closing her eyes and taking countless beautiful photos…

Freda was just like that, lying among the flowers…

Freda was only asleep…

Freda was just asleep!

“The coffin…,” the host announced.

“No, don’t close it… My Freda, don’t leave me…” Silvia cried This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

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“Silvia, Silvia…” Tel rushed forward to support Silvia. Tel looked at Silvia’s devastated state, crying uncontrollably. “Someone, call a doctor…”

“Set Silvia down first. I’ll take care of her.” Isabella had anticipated this situation and brought the herbal therapy kit that Benjamin had given her.

“Isa, how is Silvia? Did she faint from an overwhelming sadness?” Eloise couldn’t help but worry.

“Yes, Silvia became emotionally overwhelmed, which led to insufficient blood supply to her brain and caused her to faint.”

“Okay.”

With Isabella’s assurance, Eloise felt somewhat reassured.

Isabella administered the medicine to Silvia, and after a while, Silvia finally opened her eyes. However, upon seeing the people in black attire before her, the memory of her daughter’s funeral flooded back, and tears rose in her eyes.

“Silvia, are you feeling better?” Tel sobbed. “My heart can’t withstand a second blow. Please don’t scare me like that. I’ve already lost Freda and can’t lose you too…”

“Tel…” Silvia couldn’t help but embrace him and sob uncontrollably.

After some time, the funeral was able to proceed.

Tel and Silvia watched as the coffin was closed, crying even harder.

Mathew clenched his fists, unable to bear it. He had to avenge Freda. He couldn’t let Tel and Silvia suffer in vain.

With the coffin sealed, the four pallbearers carried it forward.

Silvia held Freda’s memorial image, looking lost and distraught, following behind.

The Heilig Family members followed silently, moving forward in solemn procession.

Just a hundred steps ahead was Freda’s burial site.

“Prepare for the burial,” the host’s voice was long and powerful, and the coffin was lowered into the grave.

One by one, the soil filled the grave, covering the coffin.

Silvia cried out as if the heavens were collapsing.

Tel knew that this time, once the soil covered the coffin, he and Freda would truly be separated in life and death. He let out a mournful cry, crying out in anguish.