Honey You Are My Lucky Star (Callen and Chelsea) novel 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.

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."