Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot
/ Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot Chapter 1753
Chapter 1753: 424: The Green Tea among Green Teas_3 Chapter 1753: 424: The Green Tea among Green Teas_3 Although Christina Armstrong had been dead for seven days, the mere thought of this still made Olivia Armstrong's emotions uncontrollable, her eyes tinged red.
Thinking of this, Olivia Armstrong sighed, “Such a good child, why did she go?”
The events of these days felt to Olivia Armstrong as if she were dreaming.
Isla Astir didn't know how to comfort her mother.
Christina was too young.
Her future held endless possibilities.
A moment later, Isla Astir said, “Although that moment was very painful, for my older cousin, it was actually a kind of release.”
If Christina were alive, with her personality and such vampire parents, her future days would not have been easy.
She would never have escaped the darkness brought by her original family.
Unless by death.
So, Christina chose the most extreme way out.
Olivia Armstrong sighed again, looking at Isla Astir and continuing, “Just drop me off there and go back directly! Your aunt and I will stay overnight.”
Everyone is afraid of ghosts.
Especially the resentful ghost of someone who committed suicide in a red dress.
Since Christina jumped from the building, half the residents of Champs Garden had moved out.
It was said that since then, eerie cries could be heard at midnight.
Isla Astir, after all, was a young person; Olivia Armstrong didn't want to scare her, which is why she let Isla leave early.
Isla Astir then said, “I won't go back tonight. It's a hassle to run back and forth.”
Today was the seventh day after the death, and Isla Astir was aware of the folk tradition; if there really were ghosts after death, she truly wanted to see Christina.
To talk to her for a while.
What's so scary about ghosts?
The scary ones are the people who force the living to die.
Olivia Armstrong looked at Isla Astir, “Aren't you afraid?”
Isla Astir shook her head, “I'm a materialist.”
Olivia Armstrong didn't understand what a materialist was and then said, “Are you really not scared?”
“Really not scared.”
Isla Astir continued, “Mom, we haven't done anything wrong.”
Only those with guilty consciences are scared.
Like Beatrice Black and Edward Armstrong.
Olivia Armstrong nodded, “You're right. I'm actually hoping for a ghost to show up! So I can really talk to that child…”
She still had so much she wanted to say to Christina.
Isla Astir sighed softly.
Before long, they arrived at Marison Garden.
Although it had been a week, one could still hear about Christina's suicide wherever people gathered.
“Poor little girl! She was quite nice, just didn't meet good parents.”
“She jumped in a red wedding dress, her resentment is strong, and today is the seventh day, let's hurry back and not invite any trouble!”
“Right, right, let's get back quickly!”
Isla Astir's face was indescribable upon hearing these comments.
Just very sad.
Olivia Armstrong couldn't help bursting into tears.
If it had been just a news story about a young girl committing suicide, she would merely have sighed. But now, her own niece had become that news.
Olivia Armstrong crouched by the roadside and wept bitterly.
“Isla.”
At that moment, the voice of Windy Armstrong came through the air.
Isla Astir turned around, “Auntie.”
Windy Armstrong nodded, her own eyes somewhat red, “Where's your mom?”
Isla Astir looked towards Olivia Armstrong, still crouching there.
Windy Armstrong immediately walked over and pulled Olivia Armstrong to her feet, “Stop crying, the dead cannot be brought back.”
As she spoke, Windy Armstrong looked on, “It's getting late, let's go upstairs and set up the offerings.”
“Okay,” Olivia Armstrong nodded.
The three of them walked towards the building.
Because of fear, Beatrice Black and Edward Armstrong dared not take anything with them when they moved out, so the Armstrong Clan's home still looked the same as on that day.
Christina's folding bed was placed in the corner of the wall.
Seeing all this, Olivia Armstrong couldn't hold back her tears and cried, “Poor child, to the end she never had a room of her own!”
She had always lived in the living room, sleeping on a single bed less than ninety centimeters wide.
She had no wardrobe.
Nor a vanity of her own.
In this home, she was a complete outsider.
Hearing this, Windy Armstrong's emotions, already calm, became turbulent once again.
She was Edward Armstrong's biological sister.
But she couldn't understand why Edward Armstrong treated his own daughter this way!
Isla Astir took out the paper money her mother had brought, piled it in the corner and set it ablaze.
Windy Armstrong and Olivia Armstrong cried while they arranged the offerings.
The snow outside the window fell heavier and heavier.
Isla Astir opened the window and caught a snowflake in her hand.
Chapter end
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