I transmigrated and got a husband and a son!

Since Dominic wasn’t in the right state, Dane had to do all the preparations for her funeral. Dane didn’t bother Dominic with anything, letting his boss grieve for his loss.

"Sir?"

Sitting in the hallway just right outside the morgue, Dane called Dominic. But the latter didn’t react and just stared at the wall on the other side.

"Sir." Dane sighed. "They will cremate the young madam’s body and..."

"Where’s Basti?" Dominic didn’t look away from the wall, his face was pale and his eyes were swollen. "Does he already know?"

Dane pursed his lips. "The little master overheard some conversations. He’s with the second young master and he said they’ll be on the way. Your parents as well."

"I see."

"About the cremation..."

"Hold it off until they’re all here."

"Yes." Dane bowed, keeping the conversation short since it was obvious Dominic was barely holding on. "Sir, you should rest."

"No, thank you."