Chapter 960
Chapter 960:
Bobby sauntered into Zero Degree, a cigarette dangling between his lips.
He exhaled a slow stream of smoke.
“I wonder if Michelle will pin this on Robert,” he mused. “He was the one who pushed Selma.”
“I doubt it. She’ll probably blame me instead.” Fernanda smirked. “If I hadn’t made the first move, none of this would’ve happened.”
Bobby scoffed. “Don’t take all the blame. Since when do you care so much about what they think?”
“I don’t. I just know how they operate.” Fernanda took a sip of her drink, her expression unreadable. “They never own up to anything. It’s easier to turn me into the villain.”
Bobby didn’t have a response.
Deep down, he knew she was right. That kind of twisted reasoning was exactly what those people excelled at.
Fernanda didn’t show up at Selma’s memorial. She heard only a handful of people attended, turning it into a bleak and lonely affair.
Selma never had much family in Esaham. If anyone was expected to be there, it would’ve been Robert’s business associates. But with his face plastered all over the news and his reputation in free fall, none of them wanted to be associated with him.
Michelle had it even worse. The women in her social circle were wealthy housewives, but their friendships were shallow at best. After this scandal, none of them were picking up her calls.
As for Selma’s burial, Robert and Michelle had a bitter argument.
Michelle insisted she should be laid to rest in Esaham. Selma had always loved the energy of the city, and Esaham was the heart of it all. But Robert refused. The cemetery fees were outrageous, and he believed it made more sense to bury her in their hometown, where they could find a proper resting place for her.
“If my mom is buried in our hometown, how am I supposed to visit her?” Michelle snapped. “For once, can you think about me instead of just making decisions on your own?”
gⱯ𝗅𝗇0ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰𝗈𝗺; 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝖘𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝗶𝗻
Lately, exhaustion had settled deep into her bones.
The apartment they lived in was spacious, but it lacked the opulence of the Morgan family’s villa. Every corner reminded her of the downgrade, a daily reminder of how far she had fallen.
Between that and the weight of her mother’s death, her patience had been wearing thin.
And now they were arguing over something as trivial as where to bury Selma, which was undoubtedly frustrating.
“You know how expensive cemeteries are in Esaham?” Robert took a long drag from his cigarette, his frustration seeping into every word.
“Where are we supposed to find that kind of money? Instead of obsessing over the dead, why don’t you worry about the living?”
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