Her head hit the cold stone road heavily.
For the sake of half a year of master and disciple love, and also for the thoughts that the old man couldn’t even let go of in the end.
…
The Folsom family organized the funeral.
Jasper’s passing at the Folsom family’s most volatile moment, for the entire the Folsom family is not a small blow, which means that the backbone of the Folsom family is gone.
A large number of white cloths were hung up, one door after another, all the way to the front door.
Wreaths were brought in one by one.
The entire Folsom family was caught up in a solemn and sad atmosphere.
At night, the sky above the estate was black and silent without a single star.
“If he didn’t stop me, I could have spotted that Leah woman, it might not have been impossible to avoid it, the old man did it on purpose, he had to ask me to take him up on this favor.”
The door of the room was open, and the light leaked out.
Enrico sat down at the table, poured a glass of water into it, paused, then added in a hushed voice, “Or rather, he was asking me to see his determination to repent and remedy the situation.”
The old man was trying to tell him that he really wanted to make amends.
Paige sat in the doorway, her hands resting on her knees, leaning against the door and staring silently into the dark night sky.
“If only we had recognized each other the six months I was worshipping.”
Then there wouldn’t have been everything that came afterward.
Now that she saw Jasper’s guilt and the sincerity of the the Folsom family people, she was moved, but how could she forget that her Mira, Rey … were buried in River Town.
“There are no what ifs in this world.” Enrico came over and leaned down to hand her the glass of water.
Paige takes it and looks down to drink.
Enrico sat down beside her, “I’ve thought about it for you, let the three siblings run things for THE Folsom family, you’ll take the title of head of the family, and you’ll get a cut of the money every year, and if you don’t want the money, you’ll donate it in the name of the Peak Club.”
That would be a two-way street.
“…”
Paige looked up at him, “You’ve agreed, what can I say.”
At that, Enrico hooked his lips and looked at her with a pair of deep eyes, “No wonder all these old men and women want to leave their last words to me, my weight in my Paige’s heart is just heavy.”
He was the only one who could shake her.
Paige looked down and drank, the water moistening her somewhat dry lips as she whispered, “It’s my good fortune.”
It was her who struggled repeatedly emotionally.
But there was no one for her to face, the words were said to Enrico, the decision was made by Enrico, and Nick and the rest of them all understood and supported it without half a complaint.
When she thought about it, she became the one who was favored from the beginning to the end of this incident.
“Don’t think so much, once the funeral is over we’ll go back to the country, just like before.” Enrico lifted a hand to her head and rubbed it.
This THE Folsom family was just an interlude.
“Uh-huh.”
Paige responded softly, tilting her head to lean into his arm and looking up at the silent night sky, “I miss Gabriel.”
“Thinking about him for what, a little broken mouth that looks like it can talk and then doesn’t when it’s time to read.” Enrico looked disgusted.
“It’s weirdly cold without him making noise.”
Paige said, sometimes she thought Gabriel was too talkative, but when she wasn’t around, she felt too cold.
“To listen I have this.” Enrico pulled out the headphone cord and slipped the end into her ear.
Paige pressed it and heard the little one gulp down her reading.
Paige let out a low chuckle at the sound, suddenly much less annoyed.
Since she was spoiled, she didn’t dwell on it, everything was fine if she didn’t want to be right or wrong and just went with the flow.
Enrico stuffed the other end of the headphones into his own ears and looked down at her, seeing her smile, the curve of his lips deepened.
It was good that she still knew how to smile.
…
According to the old tradition of Country A, the death of a loved one should stop the spirit for three days.
Into the night, Paige walked into the spirit hall.
Inside the hall were Brangelina, Beinice, and several members of the Folsom family in mourning.
The portrait in the center of the room is a picture of Jasper when he was 60 years old, dressed in formal attire, with a hard face and a dignified look, very much the style of a generation of family heads.
Paige wore a black regular dress, no mourning clothes.
As the crowd watched, she walked to the center, pinched three sticks of incense and lit them, bowed, and then walked over to Brangelina and sat down on her knees, helping to throw the plutonium into the fireplace.
Brangelina looked over at her and smiled lovingly, “You’ve been tired for the past two days, take an early rest.”
“I’ll sit with you for a while.” Paige said lightly, she wouldn’t be able to sleep for a while anyway.
Brangelina nodded and mechanically threw the plutonium paper in her hand into the fire, and suddenly said, “the Folsom family seems to specialize in people who speak out of turn, back then I also had a grudge against the old man, thinking that he only had the Folsom family in his eyes, and only today did I realize that he regretted it a long time ago but he never said anything about it. ”
Jasper’s last words, she naturally understood.
Those words were not dying curses, but regrets.
At that, Paige raised her eyes to look at her, only to see Brangelina’s face reflected in the firelight, the roots of blood in her eyes evident.
“You too?” Paige asked.
Hearing this question, Brangelina’s action of throwing the paper paused, and then said, “Those of us from the Folsom family don’t have much sense of family and country, and we only think of stirring up the wind and clouds of A country, stirring up the plutocratic chaos, and restoring the blood revenge of my family, and I also married Jeremiah with this in mind. ”
“…”
Paige listened quietly.
“Married to him in those years, in fact, I did not treat him more squarely, I only thought of fighting with Annie … that is, Enrico’s mother, but he thought that I was all for him, was very touched, and said that he would be good to me for the rest of my life.”
Brangelina said slowly as she sat on her knees, “How touched he was then and how much he hated me later when he realized the truth.”
“I heard that he ended up killing himself in front of you.” Paige said.
“Well, I fell asleep and he cut his own vein bit by bit with a needle.”
Brangelina said this with surprising calmness, her bloodshot eyes looking into the fire in front of her.
“You fell in love with him.”
Paige could imagine that it was a story of using to falling in love, otherwise Brangelina wouldn’t have lost her memory and become stupid and Blanca wouldn’t have left her untreated, but only for fear of her pain.
“Yeah, I love him.”
Brangelina admitted matter-of-factly, “But until he died, I never told him that I loved him, and that I didn’t want to be bothered with THE Folsom family anymore, just wanted to have a good time with him for the rest of my life.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?” Paige didn’t understand.
Maybe that’s what Jeremiah was waiting for.
“I don’t know, maybe I didn’t think I was worthy, or maybe I was afraid that if I said it, he’d still look at me with that hateful look in his eyes and I wouldn’t be able to take it.” Brangelina gave a self-deprecating, bitter laugh, “Would you say that I’m being tongue-in-cheek?”
Paige listens, silent, unable to say anything more.
“It’s the same with Beinice and Blanca, they lost their baby, they talk about how everything is about THE Folsom family, but in reality they both hurt like they lost their souls.”
Brangelina said giving her a look, “I’m not speaking for Blanca here, I just think there are some truths that you should know that Blanca won’t talk about.”