Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart novel Chapter 269

In the evening, Sage and Moira returned together. Sage did not tell Moira about the lawyer because she had borne enough pain now.

That night, Moira did not let Libby come over again to take care of her because Libby was also tired last night.

That night, after Sage finished showering, he came to her room wearing a set of casual pajamas. At this time, Moira did not refuse to accompany him at all.

Lightly caressed her brows and eyes a few times, wanting to help her calm down. He also lightly patted her shoulders to coax her to enter an even deeper sleep.

Early in the morning, when Libby was still sleeping, a phone call woke her up. She picked it up to see that it was again Annie, and her head was spinning. She really wasn't in the mood to go.

"Hello, Sister Annie, didn't I say I wanted you to help me put it off?"

"There's no need to push it now. You can rest for a few more days. The official announcement just now said that this episode would be delayed for another month. I wonder what's going on."

"What? One month? Really?" Libby's voice was filled with joy.

"That's right! Strange, such a big film crew, how did they put it off just like that?"

Of course Libby knew who did it, it was just that she did not expect Carlo to have such a method, which actually pushed things back by a whole month. This made her more and more curious about this man, what kind of mysterious identity did he have?

Moira returned to Garcia's at 9 in the morning. She had to take part in the affairs of her father, and Melissa had already informed her of everything that she should do. After seeing Moira enter the house, she immediately snorted, "I thought you disappeared again!"

"How is my father?" Moira asked coldly.

"Of course we have to do it well. This time, more than 200 people attended the funeral!" Melissa said proudly.

Moira couldn't help but clench her fists. Could it be that her father's funeral had become a time for this woman to fight for glory and face?

"Melissa, let me ask you again, how did my dad faint?"

"Even if you ask me a hundred times, I still wouldn't know. If you have the ability, go ask your father." Melissa was already completely calm, she did not take Moira seriously anymore.

Moira gritted her teeth. At this time, she really didn't want to fight with this woman over anything.

"The Spirit Hall will be set up in the courtyard, and will be welcoming guests at 8: 00. As Molly and you are of the younger generation, you must kneel beside them in mourning, don't worry, I will take care of this matter properly. You should come early tomorrow." Melissa also hoped that after Elias passed away, no one would speak of the Garcias again. She was still Mrs. Garcia!

Moira looked around the hall as she walked up the stairs.

Some of them were people that Moira had met before, but the majority of them were good friends that Elias had met in the business world, and she had never seen any of them. Their arms were wrapped in a black cloak, and their entire bodies were dressed in black.

At half past nine, Libby had arrived with a bunch of chrysanthemums in her arms. At her side, Carlo accompanied her and Moira gratefully watched as they walked in together.

Molly's gaze trembled as she looked at Libby, and at the same time, at the man beside her. Libby was Moira's good sister, so Molly didn't like her very much.

Moira had a Sage by her side, and this Libby was merely a second tier artiste.

Because there were a lot of people, Libby and Carlo came out to wait after they finished their greetings. Libby was not willing to leave, she stood by her side.

When they were buying flowers, Carlo had said that he would accompany her over. She did not expect that he had really arrived downstairs early in the morning, and, at this moment, he was standing quietly beside her, waiting patiently.

She was touched that this man had such a kind heart.

Melissa was dressed in a black dress with a veil falling over her head. Even at this time, she was still disguising herself, taking the opportunity to get the sympathy from the guests. She was an expert in acting, acting as a grieving wife, causing the other wives to look at her with heartache.

But Moira knew, she wasn't sad at all. She even noticed that Molly was expressionless as she stood for a few hours.