"I will, Mom. I promise," Sebastian choked out through his tears.
Miles gripped her hand tightly. "Grandma, don't worry. I swear I'll manage the company well."
Afterward, Mira had someone notify Lacey, Ethan, and the rest of Tristan's family.
With the help of Rachel and Lacey, Mira tenderly bathed Eleanor, brushed her hair, and dressed her in traditional burial garments. Once it was done, she sat quietly by her grandmother's side, refusing to leave.
It was customary in Melvion City to dress the dying in their burial clothes before their final breath. The belief was that clothes put on after passing couldn't be taken to the afterlife.
Miles and Mira sat on opposite sides of the bed, each holding one of Eleanor's frail hands.
Two hours later, the formidable woman who had once been known as the Iron Lady, a legendary figure who had navigated Aethelgard's cutthroat business world for decades, peacefully took her last breath.
Mira insisted on following traditional customs, keeping Eleanor's body at the house for a three-day wake before moving her to the cemetery for the burial.
During the funeral procession, acting on Eleanor's final wishes, Mira walked at the very front. Dressed in strict black mourning attire, she held Eleanor's portrait high, while Owen stayed firmly by her side, quietly supporting her every step of the way.
Even Sebastian and his brother didn't dare utter a word of protest.
It was entirely within the rules. In Mavaria's elite circles, a granddaughter held the exact same inheritance and legacy status as a grandson.
The most prominent families of Aethelgard, along with Mira's closest friends and key executives like Felix Grant and Kieran Holt, attended the solemn ceremony, offering grand floral tributes to honor her memory.
When it was time to proceed to the burial plot with the urn, Mira quietly called Miles forward, asking him to walk beside her at the head of the procession.
She wanted to maintain absolute dignity and respect for Eleanor's sake.
If her grandmother was watching from the afterlife, Mira knew she would approve of the gesture...
On the exact day of Eleanor's funeral, explosive news rocked Aethelgard: Richard Lance was dead. He had been bludgeoned to death by Jocelyn with a heavy flower vase.
The two had been locked in a vicious domestic brawl before he died. Richard had violently bitten off one of Jocelyn's fingers during the struggle. Bleeding heavily and screaming in agony, she had fled the house, only to be discovered by a terrified neighbor.

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