Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot

Chapter 631: 214: Good and Evil Will Eventually Be Rewarded_2
She was the one who killed her daughter.

The mourners who came tried to comfort Barbara Will.

They urged her to look forward.

“Nina’s mom, don’t be sad, Nina just went to Paradise ahead of time.”

“Yes.”

“I believe that Nina in heaven also doesn’t want to see you so sad.”

“…”

Barbara Will just knelt in front of the ice coffin, her tears falling drop by drop.

Viola Thompson sighed lightly.

She really did not know how to console this mother.

Bread lifted its head to look at Viola Thompson, then walked up to the ice coffin again, lifted its claw, and knocked on the ice coffin.

Realizing that the person in the coffin gave no response, it also ‘woofed’ once.

But no matter how much Bread barked.

Olivia Cooper could no longer pat Bread’s little head with a smile the way she used to.

Bread emitted an anxious whimper, pacing around Viola Thompson, seemingly wanting her to get Olivia Cooper to stand up.

Viola Thompson squatted down and pet Bread’s head, “Olivia has left, let’s send her off, okay?”

“Woof!”

“Good boy.”

Viola Thompson stood up and bowed towards Olivia Cooper’s ice coffin.

Scenes from her time spent with Olivia Cooper were flickering in her mind like a film.

“Sister, when I grow up, I will take you and Bread around the world.”

“Sister, I want to treat you to the best milk tea in the world.”

“Sister…”

Suddenly, she felt a heaviness in her chest and had trouble breathing.

She didn’t understand how things ended up this way.

Olivia Cooper was only twelve years old.

Her life had just begun.

Meanwhile.

Barbara Will had cried herself out of energy.

Tomorrow would be Olivia Cooper’s funeral day.

According to the customs of Barbara Will’s hometown, if a child died prematurely, the parents would have to carry the child’s portrait and urn to the burial.

Even though Barbara Will had been divorced from her husband for many years, now that Olivia Cooper was dead, as a mother, she had to inform Montague about it.

Barbara Will had no idea how she dialed Montague’s number.

“Hello?”

At the other end of the line, Montague was busy celebrating his son’s birthday. Seeing the incoming call from his ex-wife, he furrowed his eyebrows before answering, “Hello?”

“It’s Barbara Will.”

Barbara Will strangled back her grief.

Montague sounded impatient, “I know, what’s the matter?”

Before Barbara Will could respond, Montague said, “I’m also having financial difficulties recently and may not be able to lend you money. Barbara Will, I mean it, it’s been so many years, you should move on already, a person cannot always live in the past!”

During the period when their daughter was missing, he also suffered a lot, unable to sleep night after night.

But as a human being, he always had to look forward.

He had advised Barbara Will to have another child in that period, but Barbara Will wouldn’t budge and refused to have a second child.

Being a man, he had to continue his lineage. Therefore, out of no choice, he had to divorce Barbara Will.

Until now.

Ten years had passed.

His son, born to his current wife, was already nine years old, but Barbara Will was still on the path of searching for her daughter.

Over these years, Montague always felt relieved that he had moved on. Otherwise, he would have ended up like Barbara Will.

Having nothing.

“I’m not here to borrow money from you,” Barbara Will’s voice was devoid of any warmth, “I’ve found Nina.”

Hearing that Barbara Will had found their biological daughter, Montague’s voice was somewhat excited, “Really? Where is Nina now?”

“She’s gone. Nina’s gone!” Barbara Will continued, “Tomorrow is Nina’s funeral. If you have any human decency left, you should buy a plane ticket to Capital City right now and bid our daughter a final farewell.”

“What?”

Montague’s eyes widened in shock.

Nina was gone?

Barbara Will repeated again.

Very quickly, Montague recovered from his astonishment and said, “Since Nina is already gone, my trip to Capital City will have no meaning! Barbara…”

Before Montague could finish his sentence, the urging voice of his current wife came from the side, “Montague! Light up the birthday candles for Little Treasure quickly!”

A wave of desolation washed over Barbara Will’s face.

Her daughter was dead.

Yet, they were busy celebrating their son’s birthday.

How ironic.

How ironic!

Montague continued, “I have something else to do, I’m hanging up.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly hung up.

After hanging up, Montague took out a lighter and lit the candles on the birthday cake.

His current wife, Darlene, asked curiously, “What did your ex-wife want?”

“Nothing.” Montague brushed her off.