Chapter 303: Planned
Erasmi turned away from the brothers and looked down, slowly clenching his hands as he said," I’ll go and make arrangements for the funeral."
Just then the Butler stepped in," There is no need, young master Erasmi. The old master has made all the arrangements."
Erasmi stared at Thomas and nodded slowly. The old bas*ard had to be so controlling that he did not even trust them with his funeral. Anger and grief continued to war inside Erasmi and the distraction of making the arrangements was also taken away from him.
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The funeral was a silent and somber affair. Elijah Frost had made every arrangement for the funeral, making it clear that he would be as independent in death as he had been in life.
As the casket was lowered into the earth, the air hung heavy with the weight of unspoken words. Erasmi, Ian, Seb, Gabe and Lucien all stood together silently watching, while Demetri stood on the other side, his hand tight around Nora’s.
The old Butler, Thomas, stood at a distance, his face a mask of professionalism. Behind him stood the old servants of the mansion who had come out to bid goodbye to their employer. Once the last handful of soil fell onto the casket, Erasmi took a deep breath, feeling a mix of closure and lingering resentment.
Grief had come in waves, but none of the brothers would show it. For each of them, the old man had been a pillar of strength. Invincible when their own parents had left this world. Yes, the man had turned unreasonable with age, and yet, they could not forget the time when he had been their world. Their Superhero who’d taken them places, and made them laugh. He’d scolded them fiercely, but no one had dared to raised their voices to them in his presence.
The passing of Elijkah Frost marked the ending of their own childhood. As the brothers, each started to walk away, the butler came forward," Masters. The old master has also arranged for an executioner of the will to arrive. Dinner will be served and then the attorney..."
Demetri sighed, knowing all of them needed time to come to terms with their grief and said," Uncle Thomas, we can do this tomorrow..."
"The old mansion will be sealed tomorrow onwards, master. All of us servants have been retired and bequeathed by the old master already. If you would like to retain anyone, I can have a word with them, but since most of us are already old, we will be leaving to spend time with our families. And the old master wanted this done so that he would be able to rest in peace."