Forced Into Marriage: My Husband’s Too Mean novel Chapter 687

"I did." A voice suddenly came from behind Sieben, which stopped her from becoming even more aggressive.

Lindsey stepped forward and stood behind Sieben. Looking at Sieben’s taut back muscles, Lindsey repeated softly and slowly, "I asked them to."

Sieben's hand that was clutching Felipe Jipson’s shirt suddenly loosened. For a few seconds, her face had a complex look of uncertainty and anger.

She froze then turned to look at Lindsey. The tears in her eyes were about to fall out and her voice was soft like a murmur. "Why?"

Lindsey closed her eyes fiercely and opened them again, but she did not speak.

Sieben suddenly took the small box from Felipe's hand and hugged it tightly. Her lips trembled as she stared at Lindsey, then tears streamed down her cheeks and smashed on the ground.

"Who gave you the right to do that?" Sieben looked at Lindsey and roared, "Huh? Lindsey Juhl! Who the hell are you? Who are you to let them cremate him?"

Lindsey's eyes were tightly closed, but tears still leaked out and slid down her cheeks down to her chin.

Sieben suddenly stepped forward and shoved Lindsey as she yelled, "Who are you to let them touch him?! Tell me!"

Sieben was so strong that Lindsey took a big step back and almost fell to the ground, but she still did not say a word.

Sieben's back was slightly hunched over with her nostrils flared and tear-stained face. It was a look Lindsey had never seen before. She was in hysterical despair.

"You think that you’re so great, right? Why should you have any say in what he becomes? Who do you think you are?! Who are you to make decisions for him?!" Sieben yelled at Lindsey frantically.

Sieben was so agitated that her words became slurred as if she was trying to suppress the tyrannical anger and despair in her heart, but she still failed.

"Then what else can I do?" Lindsey suddenly stepped forward and held Sieben's shoulders with both hands. She choked as she said, "Soren wouldn't want you to see him like that...he loves you so much, so he definitely won’t want you to be so upset. What else can I do? Should I have just let you see him in pieces like that?"

Her eyes looked extra bright because they were washed with tears. She stared at Sieben intently and shouted, "He's dead! Dead! He can't come back! Will you wake up a little?"

After saying that, Lindsey dropped her hands in dismay. All her energy seemed to be completely scattered after that roar. "They can't come back..."

Lindsey murmured and her words faded with the wind.

In front of her, Sieben took a step back and almost fell to the ground. The bottom of her eyes was as dead as these ashes.

Her pale thin fingers brushed over the small box she held in her arms and tears uncontrollably smashed on it. Her tears stained the wooden box and her fingers hovered over it for a long time, but she never had the courage to open it.

As if this way, that person would be able to come back and stand in front of her again.

"I won't make you wait that long again!" The man's happy voice seemed to be so close to her.

‘He clearly promised that he won’t make me wait again!’

He was even foolish enough to start planning their future, saying that he would give her a grand proposal and the perfect wedding, as well as everything she wanted.

However, in the blink of an eye, he gave away what she wanted most.

All she wanted was him.

"Sieben..." Lindsey finally reached out and hugged the girl in front of her who was crying silently with her head lowered. The corners of the wooden box seemed to pierce through her flesh and gave her the best outlet for her emotions.

Sieben finally leaned on Lindsey’s shoulder and bawled.

The funeral was scheduled four days later.

Zayn's tombstone was erected not far from Old Master and Old Madam Guggenheim.

Mrs. Wendy insisted on being discharged from the hospital, so Lindsey had no choice and took her home with Sieben.

It was impossible to hide this matter from Dezi, so after hesitating for a long time, Lindsey called Dezi, who had just returned from school, over to her.

"Mommy..." Before Lindsey had time to speak, Dezi suddenly reached out and touched Lindsey's cheek. "Mommy...you've lost so much weight in the past few days."

Lindsey's palm was pressed against the back of Dezi's hand. She also touched her own face.

Sometimes, growing old was just a momentary thing.

She had been busy with Denarius' matters during the day these days, and she could not sleep at night, so it was not surprising that the child could see through it.

The corners of Lindsey's lips, which could only be curled up when facing Dezi, curved up into a faint smile. Her tone was flat as she said, "Mommy’s just a little tired lately."

Looking at her son's innocent face, Lindsey could not bear to tell him the truth. If she could not accept it, how would Dezi be able to bear it?

"Dezi..." Lindsey hesitated, and her eyes had such agony that she did not even know she had.

The little one across the table suddenly broke away from Lindsey's hand and held her hand back. He looked at Lindsey with unblinking eyes. "Mommy, you'll never celebrate your birthday again, right?"

Lindsey was stunned. Suddenly, her chest hurt.