The Epic Blind Date with My Boss

Chapter 901 The Funeral

Josie let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Dexter’s eyes were red and swollen as he trembled uncontrollably. He refused to believe that his grandfather had shut his eyes forever.

Henry, who had watched him grow up, once turned down millions worth of orders just to attend his graduation ceremony overseas. He did it just to tell Dexter that even though he had lost his father, he still had his grandfather.

Later on, when Dexter took over Russell Group and encountered difficulties, Heny would always be by his side, analyzing and explaining the all considerations he had to take into account.

He loved this grandson more than anyone else. Even before Josie entered Dexter’s life, he was still advising. Dexter on business matters, fearing that the latter might offend someone and have no one to back him up after he was gone.

Dexter trembled as he reached out to remove his grandfather’s respirator. Yet he could clearly see a smile at the corner of the mouth.

Henry had departed with a sense of pride, a fact Josie understood as well.

Two days later, the Russell family held the funeral at Russell Mansion, the place where Henry had lived for most of his life.

The Russell family was in mourning, and many important figures had come to pay their respects. Vehicles were parked along the road halfway up the hill, leaving only a narrow path to walk through.

At the funeral, Dexter, dressed in black, stood at the main position. He bowing to those who came to pay their respects. His expression was one of exhaustion and sorrow.

Quite a few of the Olsen family members had arrived. Heather was bustling about, busy with this and that. To those who didn’t know, they might have thought she had already become Dexter’s wife.

Nevertheless, she didn’t approach the altar.

Josie was also dressed in black. Since she had divorced Dexter, she no longer had the right to stand with him and preside over the funeral. Holding three stalks of flowers, she repeatedly bowed toward Henry’s photo.

After paying her respects, she walked up to each member of the Russell family, expressing her condolences one by one. Finally, she stood in front of Dexter. As she looked into his eyes, they both fell into silence.

Josie held his icy hand, whispering softly, “My condolences.”

Almost instantly, Dexter tightly gripped her hand.

Josie could tell that he was on the verge of collapsing.

Marilyn, deeply grieving, asked Josie to stay back. Even though it was against protocol, it was the right thing to do.

“Jo, Old Mr. Russell’s departure was sudden, but his will was prepared long ago,” Marilyn said, holding her hand.

Josie immediately shook her head. “This is inappropriate.”

“I know. A lawyer has to be present for the will.” Marilyn walked into the room, took out some documents, and handed them to her. “These were left for you by Old Mr. Russell. He specifically instructed me to deliver them to you.”

Josie flipped through the documents. They were related to real estate and investments that were worth even more than what Dexter had given her at the time of their divorce.

“This…”

“Old Mr. Russell cares deeply about you. He’s always worrying about you. That’s why he wants to ensure you have a safety net.”

The kind Henry had even thought of something like that.

Josie closed her eyes. “What good have I done to deserve such good treatment?”

The image of Henry’s gaze before he passed away surfaced in her mind. It was one that was lucid and content. She was certain that at that moment, Henry was clear-headed. He knew she was Josie, and he also knew she was Leanne.

She wanted to cry, but in the end, she laughed, tears sliding down her cheeks.

Many attended the funeral, including Xanthe. The attendant, unsure of what to do, asked for Dexter’s opinion.

Xanthe stood before him, her grief unbearable. “No matter what, I used to be a part of the Russell family. We’ve spent days and nights together. Dex, let me pay my respects.” All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

However, Dexter maintained an indifferent look. “You should have shown such concern when he was still living.”

With an awkward look on her face, Xanthe asked, “Even now, are you still unwilling to forgive me?”

“Grandpa wouldn’t want to see you.” Dexter turned around. “Leave before I call the bodyguards.”