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Predestined Marriage

Chapter 322 Sink or Swim!

Nathan was a famous painter, so his accidental death caused a sensation in society and the police gave an account of the traffic accident soon.

It was ultimately defined as an accident.

After the report was given, the Wilsons began to make Nathan's funeral arrangements.

When Michael and his men arrived in Country M, Leonardo no longer needed to handle the matters about Nathan.

He finally got some time.

Before the funeral, Tim came back and went straight to Leonardo's room.

Leonardo was sitting on the sofa in black and seemed to be deep in thought.

Tim walked over and called out respectfully, "Mr. Emerson."

Leonardo did not look up at Tim but asked, "How is the investigation going on?"

"My findings are the same as what the police have reported. It does look like a traffic accident," Tim said.

Even Rosie could be taken away without being noticed, so Leonardo had reason to suspect that Nathan's death was not an accident.

Knock! Knock!

Someone knocked at the door.

Then the servant said, "Mr. Emerson, it's time to leave for the funeral home."

Hearing it, Leonardo stood up from the sofa, straightened his black shirt, and said to Tim, "Let's go."

When they arrived at the funeral home, the Wilsons had been there.

Adams accompanied Violet to greet people who came to offer their condolences.

Violet had lost a lot of weight within a week. Even the heavy makeup could not hide her age. She looked very haggard and thin.

Leonardo nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry for your loss."

Violet said nothing but nodded. She looked a little more depressed.

Leonardo frowned slightly and looked at her before entering.

Walking inside, Leonardo saw Douglas kneeling on the ground.

The Wilsons had not taken care of Douglas for all these years, but blood was thicker than water. He was fifteen years old now and knew what death meant.

He had lost his father forever.

Leonardo walked to Douglas' side, squatted down and handed him a napkin.

Douglas looked up with his eyes red and swollen. His nose was also red. He said in a hoarse voice, "Leonardo."

After that, Douglas’s tears fell.copy right hot novel pub