Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir

222. Funeral

The funeral arrives faster than I imagined it would.

I did not go to the hospital to witness Coraline being killed. That’s what it was to me, regardless of the fact that she’d already been dead. Her heart flatlines, and according to Gerald and Lemon who had been there for the event while I had traveled to the CCPD to give my statement and answer all their questions regarding how much I wanted to strangle each and every one of them, her parents had wailed. The whole hospital seemed to have gone into shock at it.

And I had been too much of a coward to witness it. Instead, I glared across the table at Hank Reverend, focusing all my hate on him even though he was the only one in the CCPD to give a shit about what happened to us. He apologized profusely for not being there, but I could not forgive them. I could not be the one to forgive them, because the crimes had not been committed against me. The victim had been Coraline, and now she was dead. It didn’t matter how sorry they were, nothi