Celestial Queen: Revenge Is Sweet When You’re A Zillionaire Heiress

Chapter 1239:

Harlee watched as Baldrick’s figure faded into the distance. She felt her remaining strength slip away, and the taste of blood rose sharply in her throat. She coughed up another mouthful of blood.

“Lee.” Rhys, who had been quietly supporting Harlee from behind, quickly caught her as she started to collapse, holding her gently in his arms. He gazed worriedly at her pale face. “Remember what you promised me? You shouldn’t overexert yourself.”

Harlee caressed his face, her head shaking slightly. “I can keep going.”

“No, you can’t.” Rhys firmly rejected her protest.

“Rhys, I don’t want to leave this life with regrets.” Tears gathered in her eyes as she gazed silently at him.

“Fine.” Rhys looked at her lips, which were losing color rapidly. “I’ll give you another half hour. After that, you’re going back to the hospital with me.”

Harlee gave a weak smile. “Okay.” The funeral ceremony hadn’t finished yet. She could endure just a bit longer.

Currently, only the clothes meant for the four deceased, prepared by Harlee, lay in the glass coffins. Their bodies had already been blown to dust across the field where Ritchie had driven in with explosives, a desperate move to eliminate those enemies. They had vowed to always stay together. Harlee resolved to have her body buried in that land in the future, reuniting with them in death.

Harlee patted Rhys’ hand, signaling him to set her down. She then composed herself and instructed, “Time for fireworks.” They had always admired fireworks, having expressed a desire to witness them together. Now, she made it come true.

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The next moment, the funeral home resonated with the thunderous noise of fireworks, a sound so loud that it seemed to cause the heavens to grieve. As the roar of the fireworks filled the air, four coffins were wheeled into the crematorium. Tonya and the others had no relatives left to mourn them. The only ones shedding tears outside were Harlee, Jonathan, Robbie, Patrick, and Rhys, whose eyes were visibly red.

Though Rhys had appeared the most composed since the tragedy, it was just a facade. Christopher and Hamilton had worked for him for years, one in secrecy and the other in public. Losing them was unbearable. But he contained his sorrow, fearing it might make it harder for Harlee to recover.

“Visit me in my dreams often,” Harlee whispered, her mind replaying memories of their joyful times together and envisioning how they looked in the attire she had designed for them. They appeared so radiant in her imagination.

Harlee looked around. She had held a wedding for Tonya and Ritchie. It was grand, wasn’t it? In her mind, she conjured up the images of Tonya in her designed wedding dress, looking stunning, deserving of every bit of happiness the world could offer.

Harlee wondered if Ritchie had enjoyed the music at this funeral, as his favorite band played his favorite song. She hoped he would remain with Tonya forever in death.

Harlee’s thoughts then turned to Hamilton, questioning whether he could see that she had gathered all his favorite actors who recited his cherished lines during the memorial. She hoped he felt content.

Regarding Christopher, Harlee pondered if he had finally reunited with his father in heaven. She wished he could relish a sweet life and have the happiest of reunions.

The doors to the crematorium shut with a resounding thud.

Harlee’s eyes fixated on it, blood oozing from her waist wound, dyeing her dress a stark red at the center.

Time seemed to stretch indefinitely before the staff returned with four urns. Jonathan, Patrick, and Robbie approached to collect them.

Harlee hesitated to reach for Tonya’s urn. She feared that accepting the urn would confirm the finality of it all. If she refrained, could she hold onto the belief that it wasn’t truly over? Yet, she dismissed the thought. May they rest in peace.

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