Chapter 543

Let me go, Mr. Hill [by Shallow South]
“I’m not in the mood for shopping. Besides, I really hope you’ll stop siding with Sarah all the time. I don’t
care how kind and innocent you think she was in the past but she was gone for a few years. Do you
know what has happened to her during these times? Is she still the same person as before?”

Catherine flung her hand from Shaun’s and stomped off without looking back.

He rubbed his temples gently as a sullen expression appeared on his face.

To be honest, he was quite disappointed in Sarah today. It was as if she was a different person.

He really would have misunderstood if not for the recording.

Right this moment, he tried analyzing his behavior with a cool head. It did seem like he always tended to
side with Sarah every time there was a conflict between her and Catherine.



Why?

Catherine was his wife.

He should believe his wife.

It seemed like he should keep his distance from Sarah in the future.

…

The following morning.





After breakfast, Catherine walked out of the walk-in wardrobe in a long black dress.

Shaun, also dressed in a black suit, had been waiting by the door for some time. “Are you attending
Boris Neeson’s funeral? Let me give you a lift.”

She threw him a cold glance. He felt aggrieved but flashed a smile nonetheless. “I’m not going there to
see Sarah. I just want to make sure you’re not being bullied again.”

“You’ve finally said something decent,” she teased.

“…”



He was speechless.

When had he not been decent in speech?

Forget it, it was worth being teased if it made his wife feel better.

“Let’s go. I think you should apologize to Uncle Boris.”



Catherine sighed softly. She did not want to argue with him and neither did she blame him for being
unable to see the truth. After all, Sarah was not only his childhood playmate but also his ex-girlfriend. On
the other hand, the two of them had only known each other for less than a year. Besides, Sarah was a
crafty woman. She had no choice but to gradually reveal the sly woman’s true colors.

“Me? Apologize?” He appeared surprised.



“Shouldn’t you? Thomas would’ve been in prison a long time ago if not for you. He wouldn’t have had the
chance to provoke Uncle Boris to death.”

“I…”

Sure. He should probably go and apologize.

…

Funeral parlor.

Catherine went in to give her condolences. Thomas and Sarah were standing by the coffin, both dressed
in all black.

Sarah’s eyes were swollen with tears. She lifted her head to greet them. “Shaunic, Young Madam,
thanks for coming.”

Shaun nodded before turning to Catherine. “Let’s sit down somewhere if you’re tired.”

Sarah’s face froze.

He did not ask how she was doing despite the obvious exhaustion on her face yet he was worried about
Catherine being tired.

Catherine glanced at the coffin and noticed the urn positioned next to it. “That’s…”

“That’s my mom’s ashes,” Sarah said apologetically, “I was busy sorting out my dad’s stuff at the hospital
yesterday. They had already cremated my mom by the time I returned to the funeral parlor.”

Catherine almost choked on anger.



Not only did Aunty Jennifer die all of a sudden, but she was also simply turned into an urn without even a
proper goodbye.

“It’s not Sarah’s fault,” Rodney said as he approached. “She tried her best. Besides, she already sorted
the gravesites. Aunty Jennifer and Uncle Boris will be buried in the same spot.”


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