The Celibate Tycoon Has Fallen-Chapter 155: Guarding the Coffin, Sending Her Closest Loved One Off

Chapter 155: Chapter 155: Guarding the Coffin, Sending Her Closest Loved One Off

Within the community, all the onlookers were neighbors, people who had known each other for a long time.

Some stood on the side wiping tears from their eyes, "How pitiful, just a few women left, how will they live in the future?"

"Mr. Hayes was such a good person, how could something like this happen to him?"

Yelena Hughes’s eyes were swollen and painful; her whole face looked puffy.

It was raining outside, and she cradled a photo in her hands without an umbrella.

Yelena Hughes lifted her head slightly, letting the cold rain fall on her face. Her feet felt like they were treading on cotton, her whole body swaying as if she might fall at any moment.

"Such a lively scene—"

A sudden voice drilled into the crowd. Yelena Hughes stopped and saw several unfamiliar men standing ahead.

"So moving, is this a funeral procession?" A man walked straight towards Yelena Hughes, bent over, and glanced at the photo.

"Looks like someone with a short life; it’s not easy to have lived this far."

Yelena Hughes bristled like a hedgehog with steel needles, her gaze piercing the man, "What do you want?"

"To bring some excitement for you all."

As soon as he finished speaking, the others walked over to the coffin.

They began to tug at the pallbearers’ collars, trying to make the coffin fall to the ground, even thinking of prying it open.

"All the neighbors are here, her coffin is sealed too tightly, I’ll give it some air!"

Yelena Hughes chased after them like she had gone mad, but she was powerless and got pushed away by someone grabbing her shoulder.

She nearly fell but was caught by a neighbor.

Yelena Hughes didn’t understand why, on such a day, someone would have to go against them?

Did they think they hadn’t suffered enough?

Would they only stop once they ground them into the mud?

Yelena Hughes was in tears, watching a relative carrying the coffin get knocked to the ground, one corner of the coffin falling downwards, about to hit the ground.

Yelena Hughes rushed forward, using her shoulder to block it.

The heavy corner pressed down on her, causing her to kneel.

She held tightly to the photo in her hand, not letting it hit the ground.

"Are your bones hard? Alright, if you have the ability, just kneel like this..."

There were still many relatives from the Hughes Family around, but no one dared to help; these people were clearly thugs, not to be provoked.

Some neighbors took out their phones to call the police.

Wasn’t this bullying?

There were only three women left in the Hughes Family; wasn’t this too much?

Yelena Hughes knelt on the ground, unable to straighten her back, supporting herself on one hand as she tried to stand up with great difficulty.

But she still couldn’t stand up.

Anne Hughes wanted to help her, but just as she lifted her foot, she saw someone approaching.

The troublemakers were quickly subdued and beaten severely. The newcomers, all dressed in black, were clearly trained fighters, not to be trifled with.

Yelena Hughes saw someone fall beside her, that person clutching their face with terror written all over it.

"Who are you... what are you people?"

Yelena Hughes saw him being grabbed by the collar and tossed aside.

He tried to say something but was silenced by a boot pressing down on his face.

She looked forward, seeing a car parked by the road, from which someone quickly got out.

Yelena Hughes’s shoulder hurt so much it was nearly dislocated; she couldn’t lift her eyes to see the person’s face.

She just saw a pair of long legs come before her, straight and slender, clad in black, stiff suit pants.

The man bent down, lifting the coffin off her with one hand while pulling Yelena Hughes to her feet with the other.

Before Yelena Hughes could see his face clearly, she was already enveloped in a familiar scent.

The knocked-down relative came over and hoisted the coffin again.

Jasper Yale glanced at Yelena Hughes’s shoulder. "Are you alright?"

She shook her head lightly, "I’m fine."

The lot of them, knowing nothing of fear, were determined to carry out the task since they had taken someone else’s money.

"No one leaves today."

"Really?" Jasper Yale’s voice was soft, yet carried authority without anger. He never considered such people a threat, "Then today I’ll make you lie here, and step over you all."

The people he brought cleared the way ahead. None of the onlookers had ever seen such a scene.

The rain fell harder, and only the sounds of brawling came through the rain curtain, intense and fierce.

This kind of scene, only seen on television.

Hailey Jenkins came over, handing Jasper Yale a black umbrella.

The man, wearing gloves, grasped the umbrella handle with his long fingers, and as the umbrella opened, it splashed away the falling raindrops.

Yelena Hughes felt the coolness on her face as Jasper Yale lifted his arm, holding the umbrella over her head.

The rain poured down, running along the exquisite umbrella ribs, obscuring Yelena Hughes’s vision. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

The path was cleared; those troublemakers were left on the roadside, pinned down, not daring to move.

Anyone who dared speak got a fist straight to their face.

The sound of the suona resumed, and Yelena Hughes teetered on the edge of collapse.

A hand rested on her shoulder; Jasper Yale held her tightly. "Can you hold on?"

"I can." Despite her weakness, Yelena Hughes moved her feet.

She was almost leaning into the man’s arms, and it was Jasper Yale’s support that allowed her to move forward.

Behind her were the cries of Anne Hughes and Lindsay Walsh, as well as the heavy sobs of surrounding neighbors.

"I heard Mr. Hayes was already killed by the time he went missing."

"Who is so cruel?"

"Sigh, he was stabbed to death in a dark alley, who knows why he went there. The body was hidden in a dilapidated house beside the alley, piled with cement."

"If the construction site hadn’t started work over there, who knows when it would have been discovered."

Jasper Yale’s fingers tightened slightly as he looked down at Yelena Hughes’s face.

Her complexion was as pale as paper; Yelena Hughes’s fingers were numbed with cold as she glanced down at the photo in her arms.

Her father in the photo was still smiling.

Tears streamed from Yelena Hughes’s eyes, and Jasper Yale accompanied her to the gate of the community, where two buses were parked.

Lindsay Walsh was helped onto one, and soon the coffin was loaded onto another vehicle.

Jasper Yale glanced at her red eyes, wiping at her eye’s corner with his finger.

The leather glove was also cold.

"Get on."

"Okay." Yelena Hughes cradled the photo and boarded the bus.

She sat in a window seat at the front.

With her head against the glass, Yelena Hughes suddenly saw a figure outside.

She looked out and saw Jasper Yale standing there with an umbrella. The rain on the window didn’t obscure his silhouette, and this time, Yelena Hughes felt she saw him clearly.

Jasper Yale took off one glove and began drawing something on the glass with his finger.

First, a circle, then drawing something around it.

Yelena Hughes couldn’t figure out what he was drawing; was it a little sun?