Honey You Are My Lucky Star (Callen and Chelsea)

Chapter 63

I wasn't expecting them, but since they're here, they're my guests. I will not quarrel with them on such an occasion.

"Thank you for coming over." I bend down to express my gratitude.

Callen takes a deep look at me, but he doesn't say anything. Instead, Maisy speaks.

"I'm sorry for your loss." She looks a little embarrassed.

I nod, and then motion for them to take a bow at my mom's coffin.

Mom is lying quietly inside, as if asleep. I wish she'd just fallen asleep instead of leaving me.

Maisy and Callen stand outside waiting for me after bowing. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

I walk up to them. "Is there anything else?"

Callen looks at me but says nothing. Maisy's also silent. I feel inexplicably annoyed.

"Chelsea, I..."

At this time, Harrison walks over to me. He asks them, "What's the matter?"

Callen's about to say something, but Maisy

stops him. Then she says with a smile, "We came in case you were too busy on your own. Since Mr. Stewart is here, we should get going."

Looking at their backs, Harrison asks, "Did you invite them?"

"Is that possible?"

'Why would I invite them over? I was actually hoping they wouldn't show up here today. My mom doesn't like them.'

If it weren't for the funeral, I might have driven them out directly.

When my mom's being cremated, I cry and pass out in front of the crematorium. People who haven't experienced it don't understand what it's like to see a loved one burn to the ground.

Harrison bought the cemetery. He says it's a nice location. I'm mentally and physically exhausted, so I don't have the energy to say no. During my mother's funeral, the neighbors kept seeing us together.

Back in the day, I'd worry about them gossiping. But now I don't care about it. My mom is dead, so the rumors don't matter to me anymore.

The policeman calls me a week later. It's about the compensation money.

"Where are you going?"

Harrison is lying on the sofa. When he sees me coming out of the bedroom, he slowly gets up.

He has been at my house for the past few days to keep me company. He patiently coaxed me to sleep several times because I couldn't cry myself to sleep.

I tell him about the call from the police. "Have some rest. It won't take me too long."

"I'll go with you." He puts on his coat. "You might not be able to handle this on your own."

Originally, I wanted to refuse him, but on second thought, I think he's right. The rich and powerful always have more solutions, and I might need his help.

So I go to the police station with Harrison.

The police told me that the compensation was less than two hundred thousand bucks because my mom was primarily responsible for the accident.

"But she's the victim!" I can't accept this result.

The policeman gives me a document. "This is the result of your mother's accident investigation. It was a red light, but she suddenly ran across the street and caused the accident."

I can't believe this, so I carefully go through the document.

It has the driver's statement, the traffic police investigation, the photos of the accident, as well as witness statements and so on. The final conclusion is that my mother is 80% responsible for the accident. I'm totally shocked.

It's not that I want more money. I'm just trying to get justice for my mom.

She has always been a stickler for traffic rules. Why would she cross the street at a red light? I just can't believe this.

"This doesn't make sense. My mom never ran a red light." I try to argue.

The policeman points at the document and replies faintly, "Check the evidence."

I stand up and throw the document away, saying loudly, "I don't care the stupid evidence! You should be investigating why she ran a red light!"

After that, I feel several cops standing behind me. I guess they are afraid that I would make trouble.

I sneer. I'm now more skeptical of their findings, so I start to have a big fight with them.

I question them if they have been bribed by the driver. I curse them all to hell with tears. I'm too excited to hear what they are saying.

Suddenly, I feel dizzy and then I fall backwards.

"Chelsea!"

I didn't feel the pain I had expected because I'm in a warm embrace. I open my eyes and see Harrison looking at me with a worried expression.

At this point, I wish I could stay in his arms forever.

"Sir, please talk some sense into her. We know she's extremely sad because of her mom's death, but the truth is the truth. And it's against the law to make trouble here," the policeman says seriously.

I want to argue, but Harrison stops me. He promises that he will take me home and calm me down.

Coming out of the police station, I stop talking to Harrison.

Instead of starting the car, he says helplessly, "I understand how you feel, but can you be more rational?"

"What's wrong with me?" I have no expression on my face.

"You think the compensation is too little or you don't trust the cops?"

His question makes me sad. I thought he understood me, but I was wrong.

Like a curious baby, I ask him with a smile, "Aren't you the one who told me that the rich and the powerful can ignore the rules?"