PopularNovelGreta shoved the urn towards Miranda. "I can't afford a burial plot for him. Do you want the urn? If not, I'm
thinking of scattering his ashes at sea."
Miranda burst into tears. "He cared about you the most. How could you treat him like this? It's one thing not to
have a burial plot, but you're not even giving him a funeral? At least hold a memorial to honor him." Greta's face
hardened. "Have you seen how tough my life is? What you're asking is unreasonable. Who told you to be so
naive and hand the house over to Nathalie?"
Miranda could only sob in response.
Greta tossed the urn to her and stormed off.
But then Miranda wheeled after her, calling out, "Greta, if you hold a funeral, it won't be a loss for you."
Greta stopped, intrigued. "What do you mean?"
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cash, softened a bit. "You finally did something right."
When Nathalie got home, she soon found an invitation from Greta for Patrick's funeral.
Nathan grabbed the invitation, tossed it in the trash, and hugged her from behind. "You always feel terrible after
seeing them. Stop going. That mother and daughter just want you to pay for the funeral." Nathalie, cheered by
Nathan, said playfully, "With you as my support, I'm quite the little rich lady now. I'm not scared of their tricks."
Nathan chuckled, "If that's the case, I'll go with you."
Nathalie agreed happily. "Alright."
She skipped Patrick's cremation but showed up with Nathan at the funeral.
The chapel was packed with Patrick's old friends and sof the Dawson family, all there out of respect for
Cameron.
As they entered, Nathalie saw Greta
kneeling in mourning clothes, her eyes red and swollen from crying. Swell-meaning folks were trying to
comfort her, "Greta, he's gone, don't be too sad..."
Nathalie found it amusing, watching Greta's act. Not only was she playing up her sorrow, but she also tried to
guilt-trip Nathalie when she saw her. "Nathalie, my sister, why are you so late?"
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