Cynthia’s Cat

Jeffery breathed a sigh of relief.

He immediately picked up Leon and went to the hospital.

After the doctor's examination, he told Jeffrey that the child had nothing to do. He fainted only after receiving the stimulation, and he would be back to health after taking good care of him.

Looking at Leon, who was pale on the hospital bed, Jeffrey fell into deep self-blame. If he received a call, wouldn't something go wrong?

Leon must be blaming him for not answering the phone.

When Leon was the most desperate, he was Leon’s most trusted person, but due to his negligence, the cell phone was turned off without power, and Leon’s phone number was wrong.

Leon must be blaming him, and Krell was not in time.

Jeffrey left the ward decadently, and he wanted to take care of Krell's funeral.

Just anxious to take Leon to the hospital, Creel is still lying in the bathroom.

Jeffrey contacted someone who handled these things professionally.

He has one of the funeral home phone numbers. This is the funeral home he contacted when his mother died three years ago.

I didn't delete it because I forgot it. I didn't expect to use it on Krell.

After dialing the phone, a rigorous voice came from the phone, "Hello!"

Jeffrey's voice was a little hoarse, "Hello! My friend has passed away."

"Okay, sir, please give us the specific address and name and leave the rest to us."

"Ok."

"Sir, please don't be overly sad, your friend just went to another world."

"Well, I see, thank you."

"You are welcome, sir, this is what we should do."

After hanging up the phone, Jeffrey came to the door of the ward, looked at Leon who was still sleeping, and left the hospital.

He drove to Krell's house. When the car arrived in the garage in front of the villa, he saw a white-faced car parked in front of the villa.

The name of the funeral home was written on the white van, and Jeffery did not expect them to come so soon.

Jeffery entered the room and went up to the second floor. He saw the professional staff, who had placed Creel's body in the long cabinet.

A lady in a black suit and black glasses saw Jeffrey and she came over.

"Hello, sir, was it your call just now?"

Jeffrey nodded.

The woman in a black suit stretched out her hand, "Okay, leave the rest to us, let's take the liberty to ask your name, Mr.?"

Jeffery originally wanted to squeeze a smile, but he couldn't smile at all, "Jeffrey, a good friend of the dead."

"Okay, Mr. Jeffery, this is Devi, this is my business card, you can ask me anything afterwards."

Jeffery took the business card and said, "But, I already have your phone?"

"Mr. Jeffery, this doesn't matter. The phone number you keep is our company's phone number, and the business card in your hand is my phone number. I have to discuss the funeral matters with you."

It turned out to be like this, Jeffrey said lightly: "Okay, I get it."

Just when Jeffrey turned around, Devi stopped him, "Mr. Jeffrey, I have a question."

"Huh? What's the problem."

"Mr. Jeffery, those who need to be invited to the funeral can tell us in advance so that the venue can be set up."

Geoffrey pursed his lips. Creel didn't have many friends he knew, except for himself, Creel had no friends.

Jeffery said indifferently: "Ms. Davy, can you not hold a funeral ceremony? Just bury it."