Chapter 4. The Funeral of Grandpa Astley

It was an hour's drive from the villa to the Astley family's old house. That time, she was feeling drowsy.

The child in Nicole's belly, the way Jordan looked at her as he left, made her out of breath.

Ivelle's heart was so heavy that as soon as the car was parked in front of Astley's old house, there was a burst of nausea in her stomach. She rushed out of the car and laid on the edge of the flower bed. She retched for a long time, but she couldn't spit anything out.

"Well, after being a young wife of the Astley family for a few years, she has become so delicate that she vomits like this after a few steps in the car." A sarcastic voice came from the door of the old house.

She didn't have to look to know who it was. Father Astley had two sons. Bryan Astley, the eldest son, died in a car accident in his early years. He left his only son, Jordan. The other was the second son, Hector Astley.

The one who was standing outside the old house was the person who ridiculed Ivelle. It was Aunt Laura Sanders, the wife of Jordan's uncle, who had a lot of resentment for her. Ivelle has been used to it all these years.

She tried to suppress the pain in her stomach. She looked at Aunt Laura and said politely and gently, "Hello, Auntie!"

Aunt Laura always disliked her. Maybe because she was born poor but she was greatly appreciated by the old man. Aunt Laura was jealous or maybe the old man attached great importance to Jordan and gave the whole Astley family assets to Jordan. She felt unwilling, so she took it all out on Ivelle.

Aunt Laura gave her a cold look. When she saw that there was no one else in the car, Aunt Laura directly frowned and said, "What? Wouldn't the young master of the Astley family come to father's funeral?"

There were so many people that day. Jordan's absence was really against the rules. She laughed and said perfunctorily, "Jordan has something urgent to do. He won't be able to make it for a while and it may be a little later until he comes."

"Oh!" Aunt Laura sneered. "This is the man the Don likes!"

Large families were present and many people came. Although Aunt Laura did not like her she did not have to worry about the embarrassment.

When they entered the old house, she saw that the father's spirit seat was placed in the middle of the hall. His body has been cremated into ashes, the urn was placed behind the token, there were a lot of white flowers for memorial ceremonies in the hall. Incense and tributes were placed in front of the hall.

A lot of people came one after another. Father Astley was famous, and most of the people who came were people of good status. Uncle Hector and Aunt Laura greeted the guests outside and she would be the one to greet them at the end of the funeral hall.

"Miss Astley," Marcela said while she was holding a sandalwood box.

"What's the matter, Mrs. Marcela?" Although the Astley family was a large one, because there were not many heirs, the population was not complicated. Father Astley usually liked to be quiet, so only Mrs. Marcela was left to take care of his daily life.

Marcela put the sandalwood box in her hand and said with pity, "This is what the Don left for you when he was still alive. you keep it well."

After a pause, she added, "Don knows that with his departure, Mr. Astley will force you to divorce. If you don't want to leave, give this box to your husband. If you will read this, you will have some scruples and will not divorce you easily."

Ivelle looked down at the sandalwood box in her hand, the square box was secretly locked. As she looked at Mrs. Marcela, she wondered, "Where's the key?"

"Don has given the key to Mr. Astley." Mrs. Marcela opened her mouth, looked at her, and said, "You have pined away a lot recently. Take good care of your health. The Don always hoped that you and Mr. Astley would have a big fat boy. Don't break the incense of the Astley family as soon as the old man leaves. "

When she mentioned those words, she was again stupefied. She smiled at Marcela and said no more.

After the ceremony, Grandpa was taken to the graveyard for burial. It was already afternoon when she got to the graveyard but Jordan never showed up.

At the end of the burial ceremony, Jordan did not appear yet. Uncle Hector held Aunt Laura and looked at her. He said, "Go back and talk carefully. Don't be angry with the old man. He doesn't owe him for the rest of his life."

Aunt Laura snorted and said sarcastically, "That is a white-eyed wolf who has blinded his father's mind all these years."

"Don't say those words!" Uncle Hector glared at her and looked at Ivelle helplessly. "It's getting late and grandfather is at peace. Go back early!"

"Well! Thank you, uncle." Uncle Hector and Aunt Laura have passed half a century but they had no heirs. They were living a peaceful life with shares in Astley's family.

Although Aunt Laura had a bitter mouth, she was not bad at heart and the life of the couple has become the envy of many people.

As she watched them go far away, Ivelle stood in front of her grandfather's tombstone, somewhat distracted. With the departure of their grandfather, she was afraid that her fate with Jordan has come to an end.

The wind would stop, the rain would dry, the sun would set and she would lose him eventually.

"Take care, Grandpa. I'll see you later." She stood in front of the tombstone and bowed deeply. As soon as she turned away, she froze.

When did Jordan come here?

He was dressed in black, his face was low and cold, his slender body stood not far behind me and his black eyes fell bottomless on Don's tombstone. She was not able to detect any emotion in him.

When he saw Ivelle looking at him, he looked at her and his voice was low and introverted. "Let's go!"

Was he here to pick her up?

When she saw that he turned to leave, she hurriedly stopped him. "Jordan, Grandpa is gone, you should pay your respects, you know, he has loved you too much over the years."

She saw that his eyes were getting colder and colder as he stared at her. Ivelle stopped talking and was at a loss for a moment.

She thought he would be furious but he just left without saying a word.

Then he went out of the graveyard and it was getting dark. The driver who was about to pick her up had already left ahead of time because Jordan had come.

She could only go back with Jordan and got in the car. He started the car and it was dreadfully quiet all the way. Ivelle pinched her fingers and tried to ask about Nicole again and again, but every time she would see his gloomy face, she would swallow the words back.

For a long time, she finally asked, "How's Miss Blakeley?"

The car suddenly stopped but the speed was too fast, with the inertia, her body leaned forward. Jordan did not wait for her to react, he violently pressed against her, she sat back, Jordan's half of the body was pressed over.

His black eyes stared at her, his pupils were sharp and cold, and he smelled danger. She shrank back and opened her mouth to say, "Jordan."

"What do you want from her?" He spoke coldly. His voice was sarcastic, "Ivelle, you don't really think that because the old man gave you that box, so I won't divorce you, do you?"

Her heart thumped, he was really omnipotent, only a few hours later, he knew.

"I didn't push her." Ivelle held down the bitterness in her heart, she wanted to laugh at his black eyes. "Jordan, I don't know what's in the box your grandfather gave me and I didn't want to use it to maintain our marriage, because you want to leave so much. Good! I agree. Tomorrow we will go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get the divorce certificate."

The sky has completely darkened and the wind outside the window, accompanied by the patter of Rain Water, slapped on the window. It made the already low atmosphere more silent and colder.

Ivelle suddenly agreed to divorce, which seemed to surprise Jordan, but for a moment, he raised his thin lips and sneered, "Nicole is still lying in the hospital. Are you going to leave now that you agree to divorce?"

"What do you want me to do?" He wouldn't let her go easily.

"From tomorrow, you take care of her." He sat up straight, his long fingers on the steering wheel, and his eyes became a little deep.