The funeral was set for 5 days later.
Callum stood in silent grief before the portrait, his eyes bloodshot. Relatives filed in one by one to pay their respects. Every single one asked him the same question—why, with his mother so ill, hadn't he been by her side?
He couldn't utter a single word in reply. Clara arrived at the funeral chapel in a plain long dress, holding a bouquet of white lilies. "Callum, I'm here to see Mrs. Bennett off one last time."
Yvonne's younger sister, Lana Bennett, stopped her at the entrance. "So you're the female coworker who took the emergency money?"
"Callum lent it to me."
"And your father?"
Clara's eyes reddened. "He's still in the hospital. His condition isn't good either."
I walked over and removed the jade bracelet from her wrist. She instinctively
