Chapter 460 Let Me Hug You

If Matthew had got to know the truth at another time, it was fine. However, he knew it at this critical
moment. Dolores wondered how much he was suffering now.

She grabbed Boyce’s arm and her nails subconsciously sank into his flesh. In his embrace, she burst
into tears.

Boyce ignored the pain on his arm and tried his best to comfort her. “Dolores, calm down. You are
pregnant now. You can’t get too emotional.”

Ignoring him, Dolores couldn’t control herself at all. Her mind was fulfilled with the scene that Victoria
had tried her best effort to protect her above to avoid the billboard from smashing on her. The red blood
flow along Victoria’s neck, dripping, and she gradually exhaled more than inhaling, at her last gasp...

Covering her chest, Dolores choked with sobs.

Boyce couldn’t do anything. Failing to convince her, he let her cry out.

When Dolores got tired, he carried her back to her ward.

Lying on the bed, Dolores peered out of the window aimlessly. She looked in distance, but her eyes
didn’t focus. Her eyes were blurred.

Boyce didn’t dare to leave her alone, worried that she might be over-excited to harm the baby in her
belly. After all, she had a sign of miscarriage before.

“If she weren’t to save me, she might not die...” Her voice was so hoarse and rusty.

Boyce was standing aside in silence.



“If I could have another chance, I must tell Matthew who she was as soon as I got to know the truth so
that she wouldn’t have any regret. Matthew wouldn’t also face the situation that before his birth mother
passed away, he hadn’t called her yet.”

Victoria said she had no regret in her lifetime, but all mothers would expect their own children to call
them Mom.

“Don’t blame yourself. No one would know such an incident would happen. Besides, you did that for his
own good. This matter was relevant to the grudge of the elders. What does it have to do with you?
What you should do right now is to take care of yourself and let him deal with Victoria’s funeral. We
should respect the dead, letting her rest in peace,” Boyce whispered to convince her while standing in
front of the bed.

He heaved a sigh. “Take a good rest. If there’s anything, I’ll inform you. Cheer up and help him deal
with things coming next.”

Dolores knew what he meant. Although the news that Victoria was Matthew’s mother hadn’t gone
public, as Matthew’s wife and Victoria’s daughter-in-law, Dolores must attend the funeral and other
relevant events.

“I know,” she answered hoarsely, gradually closing her eyes. Probably she had cried too much, her
eyes were dried out. She felt it cozier when closing them.

Later, she heard that Boyce walked out of the ward. She didn’t open her eyes. However, her tears
streamed across her nose bridge, dripping again.

At noon, Boyce came to deliver some food to her, but she didn’t have any appetite. Instead, she kept
asking him how Matthew was doing.

Matthew had been in Victoria’s ward all the time.



“Don’t worry. He needs time. After all, it happened too suddenly. Everything came up to him altogether.”

Boyce convinced her to eat. “If you don’t any appetite, you should eat for the baby in your belly.”

Dolores forcibly pressed some food into her mouth. Then she wanted to vomit. She vomited everything,
more fiercely than before. When she couldn’t vomit anything from her tummy, she started puking the
gastric acid. She was so exhausted.

Boyce called a nurse over to inject some vitamins into her. Otherwise, she couldn’t hang on at all.

In the afternoon, she felt too tired, so she fell asleep again.

When Dolores woke up again, it was pretty dark in the room. It was night already. Rubbing her sore
eyes, she tried to sit up. In a trance, she saw a figure sitting beside the window.

She stared at the figure and recognize who he was. After a moment, she lifted the quilt, got off the bed,
walked to him, and hugged him from his back.

They didn’t speak. Looking at each other, they could understand how each other felt.

After a long while, he reached out to rub her hair. “Let’s go home, shall we?”

She answered, “All right.”

Boyce drove them back. She was sitting with Matthew on the back seat arm-in-arm. He was very quiet
and didn’t speak anything on the way.

When they went back home, he went to the study directly. Dolores knew that he needed to be by
himself right now, so she didn’t go to disturb him.

Ont the second day, Jayden came to the villa. No matter if the car accident was an accident or
manipulated, they wouldn’t look into the matter for the time being. They needed to let Victoria rest in



peace first.

Jayden said the funeral was planned to hold in three days, which was a suitable day.

He also chose the cemetery in person. He also decided the location of the funeral ceremony
personally.

After informing her, he asked about Matthew.

Dolores told him that Matthew had been in the study, locking up himself. Jayden heaved a deep sigh.
Over one night, he seemed to be aged a lot. His upright figure suddenly bent over.

With turbid eyes, he whispered, “Please inform him about it.”

Dolores agreed.

In the evening, Dolores sent some dishes to the study, only to find that Matthew was sitting on the chair
next to the window. The light was off in the study, and only the moonlight fell from the outside. She
turned on the light, put down the dishes on the desk, and walked to him. “Dad came here earlier this
morning. He said the funeral will be held in three days...”

Suddenly, Matthew pulled her hand, reached out, and wrapped around her waist, unwilling to let go.

“Lola, please let me hug you for a while.” His voice was quite low. She couldn’t see his expression at
all. He pressed his face on her tummy.

Dolores stood motionlessly, reaching out to hug him back. She didn’t speak or look at him. She just
accompanied him in silence, hoping that they could go through such difficulties. No matter what, she
would always be with him...



Time flew. Matthew seldom spoke during the past three days. However, he would occasionally come
out of the study, holding Simona and telling her bedtime stories.

He looked as usual. Except that he had become quiet and less talkative, he was almost the same as
usual.

This day, it was drizzling. It was the day of Victoria’s funeral.

Q cemetery was surrounded by green pines and cypresses. Probably it was raining, the wind was
extremely cold. Sadness fulfilled the air.

Since Victoria was known as the mistress who succeeded to marry Jayden, most of the wives from rich
families didn’t keep in touch with her. She also liked to be with herself, so she didn’t have many friends.
All people who attended the funeral were members of the Nelson family. Kevin was the only one left in
the Forbis family.

Besides them, some relatives from the Nelson family also came here. They didn’t have anything to do
with Victoria, but they came here as the Nelson family was rich and famous. Other attendees were
business partners, most of whom were celebrities.

Someone asked. “Why hasn’t Matthew come here? Although Victoria is his stepmother, she’s his elder.
It’s not proper for him not to attend her funeral, is it?”

Matthew truly didn’t show up at Victoria’s funeral.

Jeffery was wearing his uniform with Marina next to him arm-in-arm. He answered, “He’s one of our
Harris family. What does he have anything to do with the Forbis family?”

Dolores cast him a cold glance but didn’t speak. It was Victoria’s funeral, and she wanted Victoria to
rest in peace.



She was holding Victoria’s portrait on behalf of Matthew. Samuel and Simona put on mourning apparel
as she did.

Right then, Marina pitied Victoria a lot. Tugging Dolores’s sleeve, she said, “Call Matthew over. She
hasn’t had a child. It’s such a sad scene. Ask him to see her off for the last time.”

“Not necessarily. If he wanted to come here, he would appear,” Dolores said flatly, even not sparing a
glance on Marina.

In her opinion, all those who came were just accomplishing a process emotionlessly. No one felt truly
sad for the dead woman.


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