He Came Back With Money After Everything Was Gone Chapter 02

He Came Back With Money After Everything Was Gone Chapter 02

The next morning, I walked out of the Reed mansion with my suitcase.

The butler stopped me at the door.

“Mrs. Reed, where are you going?”

“To handle something.”

He looked at my suitcase with difficulty.

“Mr. Reed said that if you want to leave, you have to report to him first.”

I took out my phone and called Nathan in front of him.

The phone rang for a long time before he answered.

“What now?”

Nathan’s voice was full of impatience.

“I’m going out.”

“Where?”

“The hospital.”

“What are you going to the hospital for? You’re not sick, so why pretend?”

“There’s something I need to handle.”

Nathan snorted coldly.

Then he paused, as if remembering something.

“Don’t bring the hospital’s bad juju back home.”

“Okay.”

I turned to look at the butler.

He sighed and stepped aside.

At the hospital morgue, the coroner handed me a file.

“Miss Hale, this is the autopsy report and cremation authorization.”

I took the documents and picked up a pen.

My father had many friends in life.

He had even more contacts in business.

But after he died, I was the only one left who could sign his cremation authorization.

When the tip of the pen touched the paper, my hand shook badly.

The coroner asked softly, “Do you need us to call any other family members?”

I tightened my grip on the pen.

My nails dug into my palm, and the pain finally steadied my hand.

“No.”

“When can the cremation be done?”

The coroner took the file back and glanced behind me, where no one stood.

“Tomorrow at nine in the morning.”

“Okay.”

I walked out of the hospital.

The sunlight outside was blinding.

The first time my father was hospitalized for tests, the sunlight had been just as harsh.

Nathan had canceled a meeting that day and waited with me in the hospital hallway.

I had been so nervous my palms were damp.

He wrapped my hand in his.

“Don’t be afraid. I’m here.”

Later, my father had smiled and patted his shoulder.

“Nathan, Vivian is timid. I’ll have to trouble you to protect her in the future.”

Nathan looked at me then, his gaze tender.

“Don’t worry, sir. As long as I’m here, she won’t have to carry anything alone.”

But now, in the same kind of hospital, I signed my father’s cremation authorization alone.

My phone vibrated again.

It was Mr. Black, the finance manager from Hale Group.

“Miss Hale, Mr. Reed still hasn’t wired the funds.”

“I know.”

“Miss Hale, please beg Mr. Reed again. We can’t reach Chairman Hale, and the company can’t just collapse like this.”

“Mr. Black,” I interrupted him. “How much does the company have left in the account?”

“Less than one hundred thousand.”

“Use that to pay severance. Let everyone go home today.”

Mr. Black froze.

“Miss Hale, what do you mean?”

“The company will enter Chapter 7 liquidation.”

Meanwhile, Nathan had just walked out of a mall with Chloe.

His assistant stood beside the car and reported in a low voice, “Mr. Reed, something seems to have happened at Hale Group today. Chairman Hale may have had an accident…”

Nathan was opening the car door for Chloe.

At those words, he frowned.

“An accident?”

He sneered.

“Did Vivian Hale tell you to say that?”

The assistant paused.

“No, Mr. Reed…”

“Enough.”

Nathan cut him off directly.

“Didn’t I say not to bother me with Hale Group’s bad news these days?”

The assistant hesitated.

“I only need to know whether Vivian Hale has backed down, whether she has returned to the Reed mansion, and whether she has come to beg me.”

“Everything else can wait until she learns her lesson.”

I went to the funeral home.

The staff introduced the urns to me.

“This mahogany urn is better. Moisture-resistant, insect-resistant. It’s eighty-eight thousand.”

I took out my debit card.

“Charge it.”

The machine showed insufficient funds.

Only then did I remember that all the money on my card had been used yesterday to settle the hospital bills.

When my father was alive, his greatest fear was that I would suffer.

Now he was dead.

And I could not even buy him a proper urn without scrambling for money.

“Please wait a moment.”

I walked aside and opened a resale app.

I listed the Rolex and diamond necklace Nathan had given me before.

Someone bought them and paid quickly.

So in the end, the only use of the love he had given me was to let my father be buried with dignity.

I withdrew the money to my card.

Then I walked back to the counter.

“Charge this one.”

The staff wrapped the urn and handed it to me.

I held the box and sat on the bench outside the funeral home.

The box was very light.

But as I held it, my arms ached so badly I could barely lift them.

Nathan called again.