Chapter 12 Funeral

Perhaps it was even God was sorry for the sad and miserable life of Olivia Tyler. At her funeral, there was a misty rain.

    Because of the defeat of the Tyler family, those who had call each other brother with Mr. Tyler in the early days were all scattered, and there were only a few people attending the funeral.

    The old butler of the Tyler family, Dr. Zhang who has been trying his best to treat Tyler’s father, and Lin Manman, who claims to be Olivia Tyler’s best friend.

    Lin Manman cried aloud, looks like she was very sad, but in the eyes of the old housekeeper and Dr. Zhang, everything was so hypocritical.

    At this moment, Dr. Zhang and the old housekeeper are all crying with tears and silently watching Olivia’s tombstone.

    Sometimes, the most painful sadness is that tears can't flow out. You can only drop blood in your heart.

    Sean Brown has always insisted on writing “Olivia Tyler, the wife of Sean Brown” on the tombstone, but the doctor will finally coldly emphasize Olivia Tyler’s last will, and Sean Brown can only compromise.

    Not far from the tree, Sean Brown silently watched the woman he loved so much that would sleep forever in this pure land.

    She should be resentful at the last moment. Since she said she didn't want to see him again, he should look far away here. It should be OK.

Sean Brown was walking on the road with losing his heart, and his ears were filled with rumors from the people in the city.

     "Have you heard that? The seventh wife of Sean Marshal also dead!"

     "God, it seems that no one dared to marry him in the future. It took less than two days to kill a lady."

     Sean Brown’s was bitterly smiling, yeah, Olivia Tyler was killed by himself.

     If he noticed earlier, maybe she would not be so miserable, maybe her condition can be treated.

     Everything is caused by his own.

     When he got home, Sean Brown shut himself in the house, opened the window, and the cold wind poured in, but it was not as cold as his heart.

     This is a desperate pain and there is no chance to make up for it.

"Are you painful?"

     "With your days, I am only sweet, not painful."

     As if the scene was still vivid Olivia Tyler took care of him when he was injured.

    The love words that he said in the past were also confirmed. She was not at his side, and he was tasting the pain of cones every day.

    The bottles were poured one by one on the ground, Sean Brown was not drunk, but more and more awake.

    Olivia Tyler’s appearance in his mind is also so real. The gentle woman carefully changed the medicine for him, and then she was afraid of the drug is too bitter and specialized in making fructose for him.

     Tears once again wet the eyes, a man crying in the middle of the night, and he even doesn’t have the courage to shout out the sadness in his heart.

     When the old Marshal came back, he didn’t see his son. When he asked, he knew that Sean Brown had locked himself in the house for three days and three nights.

    "The idiot! This bastard is getting more and more outrageous now!"

    The old Marshal walked toward the room of Sean Brown aggressively, kicking the closed door with one foot, and a strong smell of alcohol burst out.

    How much wine did he drink that the house had such a strong smell?

    The old Marshal's brow was wrinkled and found Sean Brown was curled up by the bed. The arms were still holding the wedding dress worn by Olivia Tyler on the day of marring to the Brown Family.

    "For a woman, you make yourself like this! You make me too disappointed !" The Marshal looked at his proud son with pain.