Trapped with a Lawyer

Chapter 68 Do You Want to Be An Unfilial Daughter

Ella jumped out of bed and ran to the door without putting on her slippers.

Samuel hurriedly hung up the phone and ran after her, "Calm down." Samuel wanted to stop Ella from

her frantic running, and lifted her up in his arms.

Ella jumped off. Despite being barefooted, she didn't notice how cold the floor was. "How can I calm

down? Didn't you hear my brother? My parents just died!"

Her parents were gone, and her husband wished to divorce her. Her troubles seemed endless.

She sprinted downstairs, and Samuel followed. He grabbed her arm just as she opened the door.

"Put on your shoes. I'll take you there."

Ella couldn't shake off Samuel's hold on her arm. She quickly slipped into her shoes and waited for

Samuel to take her to the hospital Eason had mentioned.

In the car.

Ella was now in a state of utter shock. She muttered, "Eason must have been arguing with Mama and

Papa...That's why he said that. But he can't curse them in that way! Eason Bo, you are such an unfilial

son... Samuel, my parents are still all right, aren't they? Eason was just kidding, wasn't he?"

Samuel's heart ached when he saw her like this.

He grasped her little trembling hand, "You have to embrace reality."

Embrace reality? Ella shivered at the thought.

She was afraid. She was so afraid...

Samuel stopped his car in a relatively empty street, and pulled Ella close. He held the trembling woman

to his chest. "I'll be with you."

He'd be with her? Ella held him tight, "Samuel... I'm by your side... You're with me... You will always be

here for me, right?" Fear had been gnawing at her since she had heard the news, so much so that her

brain was unable to construct a complete sentence.

Forgetting all past problems, Samuel stroked her long hair and said, "Yes, I'll always be here." His

presence soothed Ella.

Samuel took a tissue to wipe her tears, "Don't cry. Let's go and see what happened."

When they reached the hospital, Eason was in a ward, eyes glazed, sitting in a chair beside the

hospital bed.

On the hospital bed lay two bodies, covered in a white sheet from head to toe...

Ella almost fell to her knees, but Samuel caught her in time.

She didn't have the courage to go and verify whether they were her parents.

"Ella, go and have a last look at them. They'll be put into the morgue soon." Eason looked at his

younger sister, red-eyed, whispering hoarsely, sounding ten years older.

Ella shook her head. She wouldn't go. "They are not... Not my parents....I will not...." With that said, she

pushed Samuel away and rushed to the door.

"Ella Bo!" Samuel raised his voice, and shouted at her, which made Ella stop. She laid her trembling

hands on the knob, but found that she couldn't bring herself to open the door.

Samuel came over, and gently led her back to the hospital bed. "You don't even want to say a final

farewell to your parents? Do you want to be an unfilial daughter?" Samuel spoke to Ella while removing

the white sheet.

Ella saw Jenny's face first.

She looked abnormally pale. Ella noticed the scratches, and dried blood on Jenny's face.

"Mother!" Ella collapsed on top of Jenny. She cried, and shook her mother vigorously.

Samuel pulled her back and locked her in his arms. "Ella, don't cry."

Ella cried for a long time. When her sobbing had reduced to sniffles, Samuel unveiled the other body. It

was Richard, her father.

The shock of seeing her parents was too much for Ella to bear. Darkness flashed before her eyes, and

she fell.

"Ella? Ella!" Samuel hurriedly picked up the unconscious Ella, and rushed outside.

Eason followed, watching Samuel running down the corridor, shouting, "Doctor! Doctor!"

Fortunately, Ella had only fainted. It was not very serious.

Samuel and Eason sat together on a bench in the hallway. It looked like all life had drained from Eason.

"What happened to mother and father?"

Eason pulled his hair, and repeated what the police said, "Accident on the road...collision with a big

truck...They... died instantly."

Eason was so angry, he felt like he could kill the truck driver.

"Drunk driving? Or… "

Eason shook his head. "The police are still investigating. I haven't been informed yet."

Over the next few days, Eason and Ella spent every minute at Bo's House, attending to their parents'

bodies.

Samuel also tried his hardest to come over to help Eason handle funeral rituals.

The culprit had been arrested, and police had concluded their investigation with the cause being drunk

driving.

It was hard to remain angry with the driver. He was raising two children. Eason didn't claim for

compensation. Instead, he intend to let the culprit kneel before his parents' grave and apologize.

By the seventh day, all family members and relatives had come to show their respect. Many who were

not well connected with the family, also attended the funeral rituals to show their respect for Eason and

Samuel.

Ella had been kneeling in front of her parents' portrait, watching people come and go, numbly nodding

in response to their condolences.

Melody, Vincent, and Viola also came. They brought Jerry with them. Ella got emotional when she saw

her son. Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

"Don't be too sad, child. Your parents would not have wanted you to suffer." Melody comforted Ella.

This poor girl...

"Yes, grandmother, I see." Samuel had told her that too.

Although Viola was sympathetic to Ella's plight, she hadn't wanted Jerry to come. After a few minutes,

she took Jerry from Ella's arms, "Jerry and I will be outside."

Jerry was Ella's only comfort now. She didn't let go, "Mother, let him be with me for a while, I'll bring him

to you later."

"Jerry is so young...I don't want anything sinister to haunt him."

"Viola Yang!" Shouted Vincent, "What the heck are you talking about?"

Viola stared at him in disbelief. Was she wrong? Although unhappy, she dare not refute Vincent. Viola

left the mourning hall.

Ella could not believe what Viola had implied. She now lost all respect for her mother-in-law...

Vincent was a little embarrassed. He tried to explain to Ella, "Ella, Viola has different beliefs. Please

forgive her." His wife was generally okay, but she didn't know how to talk to people.

Ella tried to smile, "Sure, father." Then she watched Vincent take Melody's arm, and lead her out of the

mourning hall.

A man appeared at the door. He was dressed in a black suit and a black shirt.

He put a bouquet of white chrysanthemums in front of the portrait, and bowed respectfully three times.

"Sum." Ella was so touched by his act. She greeted him. Since her parents passing, Sum had called

frequently to comfort her. She was deeply grateful.