The Billionaire CEO Wants to Marry Me Every Day-Chapter 276: Three Years, a Generation Gap
It must be Henry Stanton joking with her, or maybe he got annoyed and wanted to scare her deliberately.
However, Evan Hughes, who couldn’t stand it any longer, spoke up, considering their family ties; he didn’t want Henry Stanton’s side to be laughed at either, so he said, "Stella, it really is Clarissa who is gone. We know it’s hard for you to accept, but it’s the truth. You... please accept my condolences."
In fact, Evan Hughes was also exhausted.
His family had caused such a big trouble, and today, to avoid getting married at the Civil Affairs Bureau, Coralie Hughes acted out with tears and tantrums. Before he left, he even had the servants tie Coralie and take her to the bureau. Now, he had no idea what was happening there.
Stella Monroe still couldn’t accept it; she had schemed and fought so much, half of it was for her daughter.
How could she possibly accept this news?!
"No..." Stella Monroe stepped back two steps, continuously shaking her head, repeatedly murmuring "impossible."
Henry Stanton’s patience was completely gone, and he said directly, "If you don’t believe me, go see for yourself!"
Women are such a hassle! Why not just take a look herself?
Stella Monroe swallowed hard, gritted her teeth, and walked toward the coffin.
She wanted to see! Confirm that it wasn’t her Clarissa!
Her Clarissa couldn’t possibly have died!
Stella Monroe’s calves trembled as she walked towards the coffin.
Before she even got there, her eyes anxiously looked towards the coffin.
She saw the coffin surrounded by white chrysanthemums, and Clarissa Stanton, with makeup applied for the dead, quietly lying inside.
Stella Monroe’s pupils dilated instantly, something in her eyes quickly shattering like ice cracking, her heart sinking into an icy abyss.
"Clarissa!?"
It really was her Clarissa!!!
To Stella Monroe, that glance was like a bolt of lightning out of a clear sky, instantly shattering all her rationality into pieces.
Stella Monroe felt as if her very bones had been pulled out, leaving her entirely without strength to stand.
Evan Hughes instinctively wanted to catch Stella Monroe, but she directly crumbled, landing on the ground. Evan Hughes grasped at empty air.
Evan Hughes couldn’t help but ask anxiously, "Stella, are you alright? She’s gone, but you need to take care of yourself! Anyway, you and Henry are still young; you could have another one, to fill the void..."
Evan Hughes evidently wasn’t very good at comforting people.
Stella Monroe’s face turned pale, glaring at Evan Hughes.
Clarissa was her own flesh and blood!
She so wanted to shout this out, but she still held onto that last thread of rationality, which told her she couldn’t reveal this secret.
If she said it, she truly could no longer continue living...
Evan Hughes was baffled by Stella Monroe’s icy glare, scratching his head in some frustration, feeling less inclined to stay involved with this family’s mess.
Henry Stanton stepped forward and said, "Get up! Don’t let others laugh at you..."
"A joke?!" Stella Monroe’s nerves were provoked, her eyes red as she asked, "You think Clarissa and I are a joke, don’t you?! In your eyes, are we truly without any place?"
Henry Stanton’s face stiffened slightly, feeling the gazes from the crowd, and said irritably, "What nonsense are you talking about? Clarissa grew up under my watch, and you’re my wife, how could you not have any place? Clarissa died, and I’m also sad, but we’re all adults; it’s not necessary to sob and wail to show grief, do you understand?"
