Chapter 585 The Filth Befits The Fraud
Natalie stared at Harper in astonishment but managed to recover very quickly, for half the face that she used to spook the latter was precisely her own.
“What ghost, Harper? There’s no ghost here,” said Natalie as she held Harper’s hands.
“It’s her! That’s the ghost that’s been haunting me!” Harper shook off Natalie’s hands violently and hollered at Yara, “Don’t think that you’d be able to deceive me by creating half of that missing face you didn’t have! Just leave me alone!”
“Where did this crazy woman come from?” Yara furrowed her brows.
“Show your true self, evil spirit!” Harper surveyed her surroundings until her eyes fell upon a bucket on the floor. Then, she grabbed ahold of it and hurled its contents at Yara. “With so many people around, I have no reason to be afraid of you! Try to pick on me now, b*tch! I’d show you what’s what!”
Dank and grimy, the water that was used to mop the floor left Yara soaked through and completely ruined the getup she had meticulously put together.
“Security! Security!” Yara was hopping mad. “Where the hell are you? Hurry up and get this lunatic out of here!”
Harper’s visceral reaction took Natalie by some surprise, with the former in a seeming lack of care for whether Yara was human or not when she flung that big load of wastewater onto her.
Nevertheless, the filth befits the fraud. So I guess there’s nothing unbecoming at all about that.
It did not take long before security mobilized and took the raving and ranting Harper away.
Natalie was considering pulling out for the time being when she was stopped by Yara.
“Hold on.”
Momentarily taken aback, Natalie turned and regarded Yara. “Is there something I can help you with, miss?”
“Are you in league with her?” Yara was obviously still stewing, and it showed in the way she was glaring at Natalie.
“No.” Natalie returned her counterpart’s gaze without flinching. “You could see for yourself how I’ve held her and tried to restrain her, and I was just as surprised that she reacted as strongly to your presence as she did! But half an hour before, she did tell me that she saw a half-faced ghost that may have shared some resemblance to you. Perhaps, it might have been a ghost that looks like your twin?”
The mention of the word ‘twin’ put a taut furrow between Yara’s brows. It bothered her so much that ridding herself of the cruddy water became the least of her concerns.
“You… What nonsense are you spouting?”
“This is a funeral home after all. Things are a little creepier here, as you can expect.” Natalie’s lips curled up. “So, it isn’t that surprising even if you were to run into one or two of them ghosts, even during the day.”
“The dead can’t be anything more than dead. Where in the world would ghosts even come from?”
Once done with her castigating, Yara also had just about enough of the filthiness clinging to herself. She was not about to attend the funeral soaked to the skin lest she got turned into the butt of jokes for the day.
Shoving Natalie aside, she stormed off for the VIP lounge in a huff.
Unbothered, Natalie’s smirk only grew more gleeful by the moment.
One can choose not to believe in ghosts, but one should never show a lack of respect. It’s unfortunate that this twin sister of mine doesn’t understand such a simple notion.
Moments later, Yara was inside the restroom cleaning herself up. She had already tasked her new assistant with the delivery of a long black dress over to the funeral parlor.
Standing before the vanity, she scrutinized that exquisite, yet pallid face of hers.
“How could there be… a ghost that looks exactly like me?” Yara ran her fingers over her own face and began to laugh. “That woman should have been burned into disfigurement. The only reason she could have turned out that way must be due to the reconstructive surgery she underwent afterward! Since she isn’t dead, there’s no ghost to be had! Besides, so what if ghosts exist? Even if they do, it should be Melissa who ought to come calling!”
Chuckling, Yara shook her head in good humor.
“Hmph! Ghosts are just the fiction of the living person’s imagination!”
After Yara changed into the gown sent by her assistant, she put on a fresh face of makeup before making her reappearance in the public eye.
By then, Thomas and Yvonne had both arrived. With that, the funeral service commenced properly.
When Melissa’s body was pushed inside the hall, Yvonne suddenly broke down and wailed, “Oh, my poor Melissa—”
Her cries carried the unequivocal anguish of a parent losing her child.
At this moment, in her guise as one of the staff, Natalie stood in the corner of the hall and bore testament to Yvonne’s grief, as well as Thomas’ pretensions at it.
