In the moving car, Donovan’s eyes were locked on the scenery outside his window. His grim gaze was filled with determination.
Arielle can’t blame me for this. I have to complete my mission for my teaching career. With such a bad influence in my class, my career would be ruined. I have no choice. I have to do this!
***
Meanwhile, at the Southall residence, the funeral had just begun.
One by one, all the guests had arrived. Cindy had changed into black mourning attire. Her makeup was elaborate and flawless, but she chose to wear a lighter shade of lipstick. She had cried several times since she returned. After talking with Matthias over the phone, she felt calmer.
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