“But…” “No buts.” Halbert said coolly, “Look at Wendy, then look at Cramer and Tyson. Aren't they all devious? Yet they were still played like fiddles by that person. This isn't a game for us kids to win. We can only rely on him. You don't want the family to worry about you, do you?” “...I understand.” Seeing Eliza say this, Halbert patted her shoulder in relief. “It's good that you understand.” When Nolan returned from outside, he saw Halbert and Eliza standing by the window. “The funeral clothes are ready. Go take a look.” Halbert said, “I have other things to attend to, so I won't stay and chat.” After Halbert left, Nolan asked, “What were you two talking about just now?” “My brother told me I don't need to investigate this organization. Tristan wants to find the person who murdered our mother, so he will have people investigate it. He doesn't want us interfering, for fear of affecting us. And Tristan doesn't think we're a match for that person.” Nolan understood Tristan's concerns. Thinking of Wendy's fate, it was clear that opposing this organization would not lead to a good end. Wendy had dedicated more than twenty years of her life to the organization, only to be ruthlessly discarded. Their methods for dealing with enemies would be even worse. Tristan was doing this to protect Eliza. Eliza also understood that her older brother was doing this for her own good. But it was her mother, too. She wanted to know what really happened to her mother all those years ago. However, Eliza also knew she couldn't let Nolan get into deep danger with her. She certainly couldn't rush forward recklessly when she knew the path was dangerous. What if she disrupted Tristan's plans? Then she would just be causing trouble. “If you want to, I can have people investigate secretly.” Eliza shook her head. “We've already gotten a result. I've done what I promised Jean. To the outside world, Wendy has confessed and been punished. She will spend the rest of her life in prison. Let's leave these dangerous things to those who are capable. Right now, I just want to be with you. Halbert is right. We should think about our own future and do what we're supposed to do.”“Okay.” Nolan nodded. “No matter what, I'll listen to you.” A smile appeared on Eliza's face. She didn't know what good deeds she had done in her past lives to have met someone like Nolan. ... The day of Wendy's funeral arrived. During the day, the arrivals were sparse. When Eliza and Nolan walked outside the church, they found very few people had come. Eliza didn't know if it was because the Foster family had invited few people. But she hadn't expected the turnout to be this small. “Why are there so few people? Did we get the time wrong today?” Henry walked out of the church. “You didn't get the time wrong. It's just that no one is willing to attend a criminal's funeral.” No matter how you looked at it, Wendy was a criminal. The people in this circle cared about their reputations more than anything. Why would they attend a criminal's funeral? In Henry's eyes, the fact that these few had come at all was already impressive. They were probably unwilling to give up the chance to associate with the Foster family, so they made a point to attend. In reality, they had never even met Wendy. Their attendance was purely to give the Foster family face. “But Wendy was still the Foster family's daughter. I heard she was once a figure on par with my mother in Westbrook. Who would have thought her funeral would one day be this deserted?” Eliza shook her head. At that moment, a bodyguard from a short distance away approached Henry. “Mr. Foster, Mr. Hartwell is here. Should we see him?” “Does Nathaniel have an invitation?” “No…” “No one without an invitation is allowed in.” Hearing Henry, the bodyguard nodded. Just as he was about to withdraw, Eliza suddenly said, “Wait a moment.”“What is it?” “Besides Matteo, is there also a woman with Nathaniel?” “How did you know, Ms. Rivers?” The bodyguard said, surprised, “There is indeed a woman. She's wearing a black veil, and I can't see her face clearly.” “That's Sofia.” “Sofia? You must mean Naomi.” Henry remembered the name. He had seen photos of an artist named Sofia when he was investigating Wendy. He had flagged her as a person of interest back then, thinking she was just a trump card Wendy had cultivated.