Bumpkin’s Rich Handsome Husband novel Chapter 676

The news of Matthew's 'death' spread like wildfire. Veronica decided to unabashedly organize a funeral, but she didn't tell Elizabeth, for fear that it would be another blow to the older woman.

In an instant, news about Matthew was everywhere in Bloomstead, and even Veronica became a trending topic on the Internet.

As it hadn't been long since Veronica and Matthew had gotten married before his 'death', some unscrupulous media outlets had straight-out said that Veronica had the face of a 'husband jinx', and that she had killed her husband as soon as she got married. Some even speculated that she was a villainous Cinderella who had gotten married because she was up to no good, and had now killed him so that she could take the inheritance.

Despite all that, Veronica chose to ignore the trending topics and poured her heart into the funeral.

Even though she didn't invite anyone to the huge memorial hall, there were still countless guests who came to mourn Matthew on this day.

She stood aside looking at the ice casket in the mourning hall, where lay a man she knew but didn't know his real name.

For a split second, Veronica wondered if she would cry her eyes out if Matthew really died one day.

She was glad that he was alive and well. If he really died, she might not be able to forgive herself for the rest of her life.

With a hymn playing in the mourning hall, Veronica stood off to one side in black mourning clothes as she watched the people walk in with white chrysanthemums in their hands.

Whether they were sincere or not, happy or sad, it seemed that human nature could clearly be seen at this moment. It was like a magic mirror that showed the most ugly and fake sides humans had.

It even got Veronica thinking that Matthew's uncles would have come here to start something if it wasn't because Miguel and the others were in the mourning hall.

After a busy day, the crowd gradually dispersed from the venue.

Veronica was exhausted, but at this moment, Sasha walked in in a black outfit and red eyes.

Holding two white chrysanthemums in her hand, she walked step-by-step into the mourning hall and to the ice casket. It was as though she had lost her soul as she quietly stood in front of the casket for a long time.