The funeral of Sarah's mother was held in their family mansion.
Now that Sarah's father had been implicated in legal troubles, former business partners and friends had all distanced themselves, cutting ties without hesitation.
The ceremony was eerily quiet, with even most of their relatives absent.
Sarah single-handedly managed everything.
Stubbornly independent, she refused any help, her exhaustion evident as she moved unsteadily, her frame noticeably thinner.
Suddenly, murmurs rippled through the crowd.
Beauty turned to see Lucas and Drake stride in, dressed in sleek black shirts and trousers.
Their commanding presence sent a wave of excitement through the onlookers, eliciting gasps and whispers.
"Who's that girl with Mr. Lucas Marson?"
All eyes locked onto the woman beside Lucas, her composed smile sparking a flurry of speculation.
Ignoring them, Beauty turned back to her tasks, carefully arranging floral tributes before Sarah's mom portrait.
