Chapter 244: The Funeral Flowers
I never thought that there was someone who wanted to ruin my wedding.
The words hung in the air, heavy and bitter. Grandmother Halton sat across from me, her teacup forgotten, her eyes fixed on the wilting funeral flowers like they were snakes that had slithered into her home.
"Someone inside the family," I repeated, my voice barely a whisper. "But who?"
Grandmother Halton didn't answer immediately. She picked up a white lily, its petals already brown at the edges, and studied it like a detective examining evidence. The flower crumbled between her fingers, falling like ash onto the polished table.
"Minerva is the obvious suspect," she said finally. "She has motive. She has access. She has the cruelty."
"Then why don't you confront her?" I asked, my voice rising despite myself. "If she's behind this, we should—"
