“Enough,” Bowen said, clearly irritated. “She’s gone. What’s the point of going over this?”
He looked down at Kathleen’s still body and frowned. “She was always too stubborn. She was obviously sick but wouldn’t say anything, and what happened…”
Annie stared at him, horrified. “Mr. Liddell, your wife has just died, and that’s what you have to say?”
now
look
Bowen remained unfazed. “I’m just being honest. She’s been like this for years–always competing, always fighting for everything. Now look where it got her. She threw her life away.”
He turned to Yvonne, his tone immediately softening. “Yve, don’t blame yourself. This isn’t your fault.”
“But…” Yvonne sniffled, pretending to be
set.
a
hug.
Cold
made the choice not to take treatment. No one else is to blame.”
“Don’t say anything.” Bowen pulled her
Annie watched the scene, her heart turning completely
“We need to handle the funeral arrangements. Have you notified her parents?” Bowen seemed extremely impatient.
“Mrs. Liddell said…there’s no need
to
notify them.”
“No need?” Bowen was caught off guard.
“Yes. Mrs. Liddell said Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan were so happy last night that she didn’t want to ruin their good mood.”
Bowen was silent for a moment. “Then, we’ll wait and tell them later. Yve, go rest–I’ll handle things here.‘
“Bowen…” Yvonne leaned into his embrace. “I’m scared!”
“Don’t be afraid. I’m here,” Bowen said, comforting her as he patted her back gently.
Annie turned away, unable to watch anymore.
Even in death, Kathleen meant less to Bowen than Yvonne’s crocodile tears. He had not even asked to see her final letter.
〃
Then, Annie finally said. “Mr. Liddell, over the past three days, Mrs. Liddell had transferred all her assets to Ms. Lawson. The gallery, shares, mansion, trust fund–every last thing.“–
Bowen was stunned for a moment, then let out a sigh of relief. “That makes things simpler–less trouble down the line.”
Annie’s heart shattered. It seemed that in his mind, Kathleen’s death mattered less than the transfer of assets.
“I’ll
go
and prepare for the funeral arrangements,” she said as she turned to leave.
1/2
Behind her, she heard Yvonne crying and Bowen comforting her.
Yet, no one cried for the woman who had actually died.
That was Kathleen’s tragedy–unloved while alive and unmissed when gone.
