Wife is a Lawyer

Chapter 1375 - Funeral [5]

"If you stop it, don't blame us for being ungracious!"

Stanley grimaced and reached out to push Chaya to grab Vihaan.

But his hand just touched Chaya's clothes, she cane a muffled knock down, there was a subtle bone

cracking sound, Stanley wailed in pain.

"Although she is old, she is a practitioner and should not be underestimated."

Adriana turned back to the FE leader and said.

"Thank you, young lady, for reminding me."

The man in the lead slightly jawed, immediately greeted a few people behind him and came forward

together.

"Don't make a move with her!"

Adriana was afraid that they would do something and gave a warning.

"We know how to do it."

A man responded.

Six men were then seen surrounding Chaya, allowing Chaya to strike, but they only defended and did

not attack.

The remaining two men walked up to Vihaan, leaned over, one tugged him by one arm, and dragged

the man away in a direct and rude manner.

"Let go, you guys let go ......"

"Straw man, you are breaking the law."

"Patriarch, save ...... save me ......"

......

The wounded Vihaan is like a fish on a chopping block, unable to resist, and can only be slaughtered.

Even his verbal resistance did not help, and even because the wound was bleeding, he struggled to

speak.

Dragged away by two people, pulling at the wound, accelerating the bleeding, the situation is critical.

Chaya saw that she was all alone and her two fists were no match for four hands, and in a thunderous

rage her scarlet eyes stared straight at Adriana, "Since you'd rather die than cooperate, wait until

you're buried with Peter! Humph!"

She grunted, pinned her cane, and turned to walk away.

Watching her walk away until she disappeared at the end of the brick road and down the hill, Adriana's

eyes fell on the puddle of blood on the ground, "Jackson, send someone to clean up the place. From Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

now on, have someone stand guard here in shifts. I don't want to see what happened today happen

again."

"Yes, young lady."

"Also, send Stanley to get medical attention in a hurry, your body is important."

Adriana looked uneasily at Stanley, who had been beaten to a fracture with a stick by Chaya, and was

somewhat helpless.

Perhaps Stanley also did not expect Chaya as old as the old woman actually amazing skills.

This is what happens when you are light on your feet.

"Thank you for your concern, young lady, I'm fine."

Stanley was a little touched by Adriana's concern by name.

"What a waste of words, old seventeen, you rush to take Stanley to the hospital." Jackson instructed,

and then said to a few other people, "You will guard here from today. You, Christopher, from now on the

young lady's safety will be protected by you."

Christopher is the leader of several fighters, dark complexion of his handsome features, a tendon of

meat, although good-looking, but that large body can also make a group of young girls look away.

"Okay, no problem."

Christopher responded.

Jackson looked to Adriana again, "Young lady, you haven't eaten all day, let's go back and rest."

"No."

Adriana shook her head, turned around and walked to the tombstone, her long jade fingers caressing

the obsidian tombstone, her fingers gliding over the surface of the stone, cold to the touch, but not as

cold as her heart was a million percent.

"A foreign country, honey is here alone, I'm afraid he's lonely."

"Why don't you send the boss back home?"

This question has always bothered Jackson.

"I can't go back to Waverly yet, so how can I let honey go back alone first? She will be very lonely

without me. If I am lucky enough to go back, of course I will take him back with me. If I can't, I hope that

after I die, you will bury us together, here."

Adriana words a meal, cut water autumn eyes rippled with a touch of pain, "I want to stay in Obren, I

want to see what kind of end those who killed me and honey."

"Young lady, what nonsense are you talking about. With us here, you will definitely not have an

accident."

Listening to her words, as if dying words, listened to Jackson's heart is very unpleasant.

The boss is gone, if he still can't protect the young lady, I'm afraid I won't be able to face the boss after I

die.

"The words ......"

Adriana lengthened her tone and sighed in frustration, "Honey also said to me. But he left before me,

leaving me alone. How am I going to face Luis and Helen, and Mrs. Alston and Jimmy?"

Jackson: "......"

There is no empathy in the world.

Even if Jackson and Peter are as close as brothers, he doesn't know how to talk to those people, let

alone Adriana.

She is the boss's wife, the mother of two children, but has to face the children questioning 'where is the

father'.

Jackson's heart aches for Adriana when she thinks of her two newly grown children.

"Young lady, I know you are heartbroken about the boss. But your health is important."

Seeing Jackson's painful persuasion has little effect, Christopher could not help but speak up and

persuade.

"It's okay, I ......"

Adriana shook her head, and suddenly her eyes went black and her body fell backwards.

"Young lady?"

"Young lady?!"

......

Down the hill, Moran suburb, high class apartments.

It was the next day when Adriana woke up and was hanging on to her fluids.

When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the boom above my head, hanging from a large

bottle of medicine, being infused.

"You're awake?"

When she woke up, Siena was immediately concerned.

"Hmm."

Adriana nodded weakly, then tilted her head to look at the bedside table, and when she saw that it was

empty, she furrowed her eyebrows, disappointment dripping from her eyes.

"The stuff will be delivered soon."

Siena said.

At that moment, the bedroom door opened and Jackson came in from outside, holding a square box in

his arms, and said to Siena, "The stuff has been brought over."

"Just in time, Adriana is awake."

"The young lady is awake? How is she, is she okay?"

Jackson said as he walked over to the bed and poked his head in to look at Adriana who was lying on

the bed, "Young lady, do you still feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

In the face of Jackson's concern, Adriana ignored it, her eyes fell on the dark embossed totem box he

was holding in his arms, and her eyes instantly reddened for a few moments.

She didn't say anything, just reached out and roughly yanked the dangling needle on the back of her

hand and sat up with her hand propped up on the bed.

"Hey, you're on a drip, your hands are bleeding later."

Siena was tossed by Adriana and lost her temper, but seeing her weak and pitiful, she couldn't bear to

scold.

"Give me that."

Adriana ignored Siena and instead reached out to take the heavy dark red box from Jackson, not

caring even though drops of blood had spilled from the needle on the back of her hand.

"Here."

Jackson handed the item to Adriana, who took it, cradled it in her arms, bowed her head, rubbed her

cheek on the brocade box, and slowly closed her eyes.

This is where Peter's urn is.

As Adriana said, she can't leave Obren now, so naturally she can't send Peter's remains back home

first.

So all she can do is cremate it, put it in an urn, and keep it at home.

In this way, she will be able to accompany Peter day by day so that he will not be alone in the other

world.