Chapter 78

Freya was stunned as she looked at the coffin in front of her. Her eyes are watery from crying all day long. She was wearing a black dress, black glasses and black sandals. Her whole body seemed to be numb. Sometimes she would suddenly whimper and laugh to herself.

“Poor Freya! She loves Yael very much. I still remember when Yael was young. She almost broke down working to meet her son’s needs,” Marivic said, one of the great marites in Freya’s village.

“Yes, yes. Did you know Yael’s father?” Aling Pitang asked.

“Oh, yes! We saw it on the news! The mother and her son would have been a jackpot. The boy’s father was a Gray!” Marife exclaimed, the leader of the marites.

“What’s the jackpot there? We haven’t even seen a shadow of Yael’s father since Freya gave birth. When the child is already dead? Yael’s father is a bastard! What Yael inherited was useless because he’s gone. They don’t have a heart?” Marivic commented.

Aling Pitang and Marife nodded. “You know, you have a point! Fafa Jac