It's Love That Blinds Him
It’s Love That Blinds Him – Chapter 141

The following day, the Evans Group issued an official press release, announcing Wilma’s death. All the major media outlets made this news the front page of their newspapers. Lucia looked at the news in the newspaper in amazement for a while, but soon she calmed down. Now, she still couldn’t believe that the old lady who had a strong body in her memory had died like this.

Life and death could change in the blink of an eye. No one knew what would happen in the next moment. She slowly folded the newspaper and put it aside. When Catherine came with breakfast, she looked at Lucia in confusion. After setting down the plate, she picked up the newspaper. Seeing the news of Wilma’s death, she had a strange expression on her face. Lucia looked at Catherine with doubts in her eyes.

“What’s wrong? Is there something wrong?” Lucia asked casually.

“Oh no. But every time such a big player dies, there will always be a long report. It’s strange.” Kathryn made up a reasonable excuse.

Lucia shrugged and finished the topic. She lowered her head and ate the thick porridge in the bowl. After a while, she finally realized that something was wrong. There were only her and Catherine at the table, while Lowell, who always arrived on time for breakfast, was absent. She subconsciously looked in the direction of the stairs, but she still didn’t see Lowell there.

“Miss Su, he went out early,” the butler said respectfully, as if he understood what Lucia was thinking.

“THANKS.” Lucia looked a little embarrassed.

Kathryn covered her mouth and snickered. As they got along, subconsciously, Lucia had paid more attention to Lowell. She began to get used to looking for him and seeing him waiting for her at the table. Lucia was not used to this unusual situation.

Was it good or bad? Catherine didn’t know. She always had a bad feeling recently. Even though she didn’t have the psychic power of the White family. however, his sixth sense was much stronger than that of ordinary people. However, even so, she couldn’t know precisely where the bad feeling was coming from or what it represented.

She just hoped everything would be okay. If she had no hope of happiness in her life, she would prefer the people she loved to be together forever.

In the mourning room at Wilma’s funeral, everything was black and white. In the middle of the room, there was a huge black and white photo of Wilma. In the photo, she looked calm and collected. His sharp eyes looked at everyone present. On the board below the photo were his bone ashes. Funeral wreaths and flower baskets sent by various people were placed along the walls of the hall.

Each wearing a black suit and a white lily, which was Wilma’s favorite flower during her lifetime, Malcolm and Enoch stood solemnly apart. All the staff wore black suits, showing their respect to the dead. All media were refused entry to take photos or interview anyone. They could only wait for the press release from the Evans Group the next day. But the media personnel still haven’t given up. They gathered around the mourning room, hoping to take useful photos.

The only one who was allowed into the room with a camera was the photographer from the Evans Group’s advertising department. He was responsible for taking photos today. Any photos must be confirmed by members of the Evans family before they can appear in the press release tomorrow.

At 9 a.m., the people who were going to offer their condolences arrived in the mourning room on time. These people included Wilma’s best friends during her lifetime, her business partners, and even her former enemies, the current downline sellers. And some Evans Group clients, political and business celebrities also came.

Everyone held white lilies in their hands and bowed three times. They gently placed the lilies in front of the cremation coffin, said a few words to Malcolm and Enoch, then slowly withdrew to the side. The entire grieving process lasted almost three hours. All the while, Malcolm and Enoch maintained their postures in place. They only nodded slightly to the people who offered their condolences and said nothing.

Around noon, the last mourner sent his white lilies. Then the host announced the end of mourning. Malcolm held Wilma’s cremation coffin in his hands, followed by the rest of the people. They went to the Evans family cemetery to bury Wilma’s bone ashes with Chuck’s.

When they completed all the procedures and left the cemetery, it was already dark. When Malcolm’s car left the cemetery, it was surrounded by journalists. During the entire funeral process, they hadn’t seen Lucia appear, which made the strange scene they saw that day even stranger. At this time, reporters no longer remembered the warning from the Evans group. The most important thing was to get the information first hand. With such thoughts in mind, they would not hesitate to ask pointed questions.

“We are deeply sorry for the passing of Mrs. Wilma Evans. But we did not see Mrs. Lucia Evans attend the funeral. Can you give us an explanation? As the wife of the eldest son of the Evans family, she did not show up. Mr. Evans, what do you think of this question? Please give us an explanation.”

The journalists were surprisingly united this time. They no longer asked questions one by one. Instead, a veteran journalist asked the question on behalf of everyone. Malcolm looked coldly at each reporter present through the glass.

“Malcolm, I’m going to go out and take care of it,” Enoch said, looking at the chaotic scene outside the car.

Sometimes they could use the power to suppress others. But a public figure did indeed have no privacy in certain circumstances. They might make up an excuse once or twice. But if they used the same excuse over and over again, it would cause a public backlash. No matter how powerful a company is, if it didn’t understand this simple truth, it would collapse at any moment.

Gossip was a scary thing. Since ancient times, people had to believe it.

Glancing at Enoch, Malcolm said nothing but opened the door and got out of the car. After sighing silently in his heart, Enoch also got out of the car. Until now, the many public interviews Malcolm had received were all thanks to Lucia. Sometimes Enoch couldn’t tell whether Malcolm owed Lucia or Lucia owed Malcolm. Regardless, their destinies were closely intertwined.

Looking at Malcolm, who pushed the door and got out of the car, the reporters consciously made way for him. They quickly put the microphones in place and trained the cameras on him,

“My wife is pregnant. It is not appropriate for her to attend such an occasion. Are you satisfied with such an explanation? If you are satisfied, please leave this place, so that my grandmother can rest in peace. peace,” Malcolm said in an indifferent tone, full of irony.

The reporters present immediately calmed down, and their faces were somewhat petrified. They had guessed thousands of possibilities, but they didn’t expect Lucia to be pregnant. According to local custom in S City, pregnant women were neither fit nor allowed to attend funerals. No one could refute what Malcolm had said. They just let the Evans family’s cars disappear from their sight one by one.

When they came to their senses, reporters rushed to their offices to report the shocking news as soon as possible. No one noticed a tall figure emerging from the thick shadow of a tree as they left one after the other.

“Malcolm…” After getting in the car, Enoch looked at Malcolm in shock. He didn’t know why he said that.

“Wasn’t that the best way to calm them down?” Malcolm said indifferently.

“Malcolm, why don’t you go public with your current relationship? There’s just one more procedure, right? Otherwise, you’d still have to deal with these kinds of questions over and over again. A lie has need countless lies to be covered up.” Apparently Enoch didn’t agree with what Malcolm said.

Malcolm didn’t say anything. He closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair, refusing to continue the topic. Enoch sighed helplessly and stopped asking. It was obvious that no one could interfere in other people’s relationships.

Lowell looked ahead indifferently. There was only one quiet road, and there were no passing cars to stir up the dust. The tall trees blocked the sunlight, making the winter twilight even darker. He removed his eyes, turned around and headed towards the cemetery. Standing in front of Wilma’s headstone, Lowell looked at the photo for a long time in silence. Then he moved his eyes to an unfamiliar corner and looked at it calmly. He wanted to take a step forward, but after taking a step, he stopped, turned around and left silently.

On the way back, Lowell’s expression seemed a little strange. It was not sadness or indifference as usual, but with a bit of resentment and a bit of reluctance. All sorts of strange emotions were surging through his mind. He unconsciously stepped on the gas. The sports car with excellent performance galloped on the road. Passersby exclaimed, but no one could clearly see what the car looked like.

After entering the door of the villa, Lucia clearly felt the silence and strangeness of Lowell. The sharp sound of the brake that she had just heard made Lucia frown slightly. She had never seen Lowell like this in all the time she had known him. There seemed to be a lot of invisible emotions in her eyes, which made her feel strange and strange.

“What’s wrong?” Lucia asked worriedly.

Lowell said nothing. He just walked over indifferently and held Lucia in his arms for a long time. Lucia was a little out of breath from his strong grip. But she didn’t make a sound. She just stood still in his arms. At that moment, Lowell seemed to have repressed a lot of emotions that didn’t belong to him. He looked a little helpless. Where had he gone earlier? Why did he change so much after his return?

Lowell seemed to have noticed that he had exerted too much force that Lucia felt a little uncomfortable. He looked at Lucia apologetically and released her gently. The silent Catherine seemed to sense Lowell’s conflicting emotions, so she looked down silently.

“I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?” Lowell looked closely at Lucia and apologized.

“It’s okay. If you don’t want to say it, then you don’t need to,” Lucia said with a smile, trying to ease Lowell’s emotions.

Without saying anything, Lowell indifferently walked towards the French window. His eyes were blurry and staring into the distance. The atmosphere in the room has become a little strange. The three people stood in different places, waiting for the other to take the initiative to speak.

“Go somewhere with me.” As if he had thought for a long time, Lowell finally opened his mouth slightly.

“Okay,” Lucia replied in a low voice without asking the reason.

Then Lucia went to the door first. Lowell glanced at Lucia and followed her. After a while, the sports car roared. Watching the silhouette of the car drive away, Kathryn sighed silently.

“Lucia, are you ready to accept the fact that you are going to find out? she asked Lucia, who had moved away, but no one answered her question.