<h4>Chapter 131: Chapter ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY ONE: Evans ck</h4>


    Christy’s POV


    I woke up with a heavy heart as today is Evan’s funeral. Mason informed me because I have refused to pick Kendrick’s calls.


    "Christy, are you awake?" Mira’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts as she pushed the door and walked in.


    "Are you okay?" she asked with a worried tone when she saw how worried and disheartened I was looking.


    "I am fine, it’s just that I am remembering Evans, today is his funeral and I don’t know why I feel kind of guilty and depressed" I tried to exin how I was feeling and she seemed to understand.


    "Evans didn’t even hesitate to block the bullets for you, he wanted you to be happy and live a long and fulfilled life.


    So you don’t need to feel guilty, the best thing you can do now is to honor him by living well" she advised and I smiled as she pulled me into a warm hug.


    A few minutester, I quickly got ready, I wore a fitted ck gown and ck sandals. Mira also wore all ck as it was a funeral.


    We arrived early to make sure everything was in ce. I stared at the photo of Evans that was ced near the coffin and I couldn’t stop my tears.


    Such a kind man is gone forever and it was so sudden, no one expected such a thing.


    Shortly, some guests started arriving and I stood at the entrance to greet them, Gary also joined me as Kendrick wasn’t here yet.


    I found it annoying that he couldn’t take today off to honor Evans but I kept quiet about my dissatisfaction.


    We haven’t been in contact since that night, or I have refused to be in contact with him despite his numerous tries to reach me.


    "thanks foring" I said to a guest expressionlessly.


    "Why don’t you leave the greeting to me? You will scare them away with your expression" Gary said with a smile but I didn’t find it funny as my mood wasn’t the best at the moment.


    "This must be the ce, one of my customers found out for me"


    "Hmmp... Your customers, like you do a honorable job"


    "You better keep quiet or else I wouldn’t hesitate to hit you right here"


    "I dare you to try it whore!"


    We suddenly heard an argumenting from outside, at first I didn’t care but when I listened carefully to what they were saying, my blood froze.


    Damn... What are they doing here?


    I rushed outside and saw the couple arguing and threatening each other while also hauling vulgarities.


    "Security, please escort them out" I ordered and they stopped fighting.


    "What nonsense are you saying? What is wrong with us being at our son’s funeral?!" the woman screamed like the old shrew that she is.


    "Are they really assistant Evan’s parents"


    "They look so poor"


    "Could he have abandoned them when he was alive?"


    "What a heartless son"


    Most of the guests had stepped out of the funeral home because of the noise and the woman’s scream.


    I immediately gave Kendrick a call, so he can handle them himself.


    They were all busy trying toe to a conclusion and making up scenarios in their heads.


    I couldn’t stand and watch as they ckened Evan’s name at his funeral.


    "Your son? Were you ever good parents to him?" I asked her angrily.


    "You, all you have ever done in your life is drink and gamble, thene to him for money to settle your debts!" I yelled at the man and he took a step back in fright.


    "Then there is you, a mother that knows nothing about her son. All you do is bring different men into your matrimonial home and get paid!" I yelled at her as well.


    "Oh my, how could people be so shameless and disgusting?


    "I feel so bad for Evans"


    The guests’ views changed and they started sympathizing with Evans but it was toote now.


    The woman was about to continue when Kendrick arrived, he tried to reason with them at first but they were blinded by greed so he ended up knocking them out and had them taken away by the guards.


    We returned to the hall where the priest was already waiting to start the final rites for Evans.


    We all sat down facing the coffin that was carefully ced on the podium. I couldn’t hold back my tears again and someone offered me a handkerchief.


    I looked sideways to see who was giving it to me and saw that Kendrick was the one sitting beside me, I didn’t say anything and reluctantly epted it.


    "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate the life of our brother and friend, Evans.


    I was asked by Mr ck not to include his surname as it brought him great pain when he was still alive, so in death, he should be free from its shackles.


    Before the choires in to sing a beautiful hymn, to make his journey into heaven smooth, if anyone has something to say about the deceased, please step forward now" the priest said while looking round the hall for anyone that signifies.


    I raised my hand and noticed that Kendrick and Gary had also raised their hands.


    I walked up the podium and the priest stepped aside for me to speak.


    "I didn’t know Evans for long but the short time that I have known him, he left me with a strong impression.


    He always advised and looked out for me, he always wished for the best for I and Kendrick’s rtionship.


    I..I.. I’m the one that’s supposed to be lying in that coffin but because he protected me, he died and I can’t just help but me myself... I hope he is happy where he is now. "I couldn’t stop crying and Mira had toe help me off the podium because I was a mess at the end of my little speech.


    "I always wanted to have siblings but my wish was never fulfilled until I met Evans twelve years ago.


    He was one of the bravest and determined people that I know and he will forever remain my brother.


    I am forever grateful for everything he did for me and for always being there tofort me at my lowest.


    I pray and hope that God epts him into his bosom and bless him richly over there" Kendrick gave his speech after me and when he returned to his seat, I handed his handkerchief back to him as he needed it more than I did.


    The choir sang amazing grace and we all prayed for him before concluding things in the hall.


    Evans’ body was then moved to the cemetery and buried. A tombstone was built on his grave, with his name boldly written on it.


    But when I looked at the name, I cried again and couldn’t stop myself from hugging Kendrick.


    Evans ck


    He knew how much Evans hated his father’s name, so he reced it with ck instead.


    We all left the cemetery for our various homes but I decided to go with Kendrick as he was going to confront Evan’s parents.