Never Tired of Mr. Leon's Love

The priest delivered the eulogy at the funeral.

Apart from Charlotte's hypocrisy, everyone else genuinely mourned and offered prayers for the deceased princess, hoping she would return to the family in her afterlife.

They firmly believed that lost treasures would one day return to where they belonged.

The royal family of Charleston was highly exclusive, but it was undeniable that their love for family surpassed all else.

It was difficult for someone to establish themselves in the royal family if they were not related to the family by blood. However, after being raised by them for over 20 years, Charlotte was the first outsider accepted by the royal family.

Perhaps it was because she had spent two decades in the royal family that everyone seemed to trust her. They failed to see the monstrous heart hidden beneath her angelic facade.

She even cursed this lost treasure in her heart, wishing the deceased princess misfortune in her next life. It was simply because this stranger dared to come and steal what she deemed as 'affection'.

She failed to realize the hypocrisy of her actions. As someone with no blood ties to the royal family, how could she claim that affection to be hers and stop everyone else from having it? Charlotte's behavior was a complete manifestation of the ugliness of human nature.

After the priest was done delivering the eulogy, everyone silently went up to offer lilies to the deceased princess. The entire place was deadly silent.

Juliana walked up to the casket, unable to control her emotions. As someone who had always appeared prim and proper, it was unprecedented for her to burst into tears in public.

She placed the flowers on the casket and turned to look at her husband, with whom she had spent many years together.

Arthur immediately read her mind, but he would rather not fulfill her wish. "Juliana, are you sure about this?"

Queen Juliana stared at Arthur with a tragic and sorrowful gaze. "My dear, I know we don't want everyone here to feel even sadder, but it's too heartbreaking for a mother to not even know what her late daughter looks like.

"My dear, please, let me see my poor daughter's face. I want to engrave her in my heart and remember her for the rest of my life."

Arthur hesitated.

"Won't that make you hurt even more?"

His eyes were telling her, 'Don't do it, it'll only hurt more.'

He could not bear to see her cry, but Juliana nodded firmly. Choking back the tears, she said, "My dear, give me the photo."

Everyone present silently watched the couple. Finally, Arthur made up his mind. He took out an album the size of his palm from his chest pocket. Inside was a photograph of Lucy in her 20s.

Lucy looked absolutely exquisite, bearing a striking resemblance to Arthur, yet her soft facial contours and crimson lips were reminiscent of Juliana.

Not only was her skin fair and smooth, but her face looked as if she were carved from the same mold as Theodore. They were real siblings, after all. When Juliana saw the photo, tears welled up in her eyes.

Her precious Velda looked so much like her and her husband, yet she had never seen her alive.

She covered her face, not wanting to show her lack of composure in front of everyone.

Feeling helpless, Arthur sighed while holding back his grief. He embraced his wife and whispered to her, "Don't worry. We must believe that with our prayers, Velda will return to us in the afterlife."