The funeral ended. Old Madam Huo was finally laid to rest.
Huo Feng drove the ladies back to the ancestral mansion. The ride back was silent, and suffocating.
Huo Yan stared out the window, her eyes swollen from crying, while Yue Ning quietly watched Huo Feng's profile. She noticed the storm brewing beneath his calm exterior with the way his hands gripped the wheels tightly.
Seeing the route they were taking, she more or less knew what he was about to do. She wasn't against him—she fully supported him.
The ancestral gates loomed ahead, tall and unyielding. When the car rolled to a stop, it felt as though even the air grew heavier.
Inside, the second branch of the Huo family sat gathered in the living room, draped in mourning clothes.
They all had sorrowful expressions, but Zhang Yuxiu felt uneasy. When Huo Feng entered with the two women by his side, they all rose to their feet instinctively, compelled by the weight of his presence.
