Love's Perfect Match

Chapter 505 Just Kidding

Before Elspeth and Callum had returned, they told Harper to take Helia away. Then, they called Theodore and

Margot, asking them to come home. When Callum came back with Max's ashes, the Winthrops were shaken.

Everyone was plunged into deep sorrow, especially Margot. She cried her heart out and wouldn't let go of the urn.

Theodore stared at the urn, his lips trembling. "Is he… Is he really dead?"

Callum was in sorrow as well. He grunted in the affirmative.

"My son! Why… How did this happen? How did he die?" Margot's tears wouldn't stop coming. She loved Max the

most. He was the youngest among the Winthrop siblings, so his parents naturally showered him with more love. Yet,

he was gone. Forever gone. The only thing that was left of him was a pile of ashes. Margot couldn't hold back her

heartbreak.

"I know you're sad, Mom. But we can't raise the dead. We can't turn back time, either."

Margot took a deep breath to calm herself down a little. "How exactly did he die?"

"In a race. Max's car was going too fast, and he crashed into something, so…"

Margot gritted her teeth. "Someone probably tampered with his car. There's no way he would have gotten into an

accident. He was a great racer." He wouldn't have been chosen for the training camp otherwise. Someone's behind

this.

"I understand it's hard to take in, but it is what it is. No one is behind this," Callum lied. He knew the truth, but he

couldn't say it out loud. Yelena was related to this in a way, but it wasn't her fault. Still, Margot might not think so.

She might blame Yelena for Max's death, and that would spell trouble.

Margot held the urn tighter and cried even harder. "Oh, my poor Max…"

"Alright, stop crying. He's not here anymore. Not like you can bring him back from the dead," Theodore finally

spoke up. He was also heartbroken over his son's death, but he was the head of the house, and this was no time for

weakness. Besides, his wife's incessant crying was starting to get to him.

"Why can't I cry? He was your son, too. Aren't you even the least bit affected by his death?"

Margot then added, "Oh, I know. You still love Helena, don't you? That's why you don't care about us."

"How many times do I have to tell you that my love for her is long gone? I love you and the family, so stop bringing

this up! I know Max's death is affecting you, but it affects me, too! Don't use me as your punching bag," the man

retorted in frustration.

Margot couldn't believe Theodore would lecture her at a time like this. "I can't believe—"

"Enough, both of you. We need to decide when to hold the funeral."

The mention of the funeral made Margot feel even worse. Her health was in decline, to begin with, so as soon as

she heard the words, she blacked out.

Elspeth wanted to stay out of the family matter, but when Margot collapsed, she quickly went over to check her

pulse. Alright, she only passed out from the overwhelming grief. Elspeth heaved a sigh of relief. "It's alright. Take

her back to the room and let her rest."

Ms. Layme quickly took Margot back to her room.

At that moment, only Theodore, Callum, and Elspeth were left.

"Where's Blake and Edmund?" Callum wondered where they were.

However, it was as if Theodore had aged ten years in an instant as he weakly said, "The butler has called them.

They'll be back soon."

Callum's heart sank. He was worried his brothers might run into a similar accident, especially when they were

anxious. However, fortunately, they both showed up half an hour later.

"How did this happen, Callum?" Blake was closest to Max. He couldn't believe it when the butler told him Max was

dead. "Is he really dead?" He looked at the urn in disbelief. That's his ashes inside.

"Yes. He had an accident at the racecourse." Callum refused to bring up the reason for Max's death. Every mention

made his heart hurt more.

Edmund stayed silent, but he looked upset. Max might not be his real brother, but they grew up together. This

sudden death came as a shock. Max had always been the purest among the siblings, following Edmund around

everywhere. Max was so pure that not even Arthur would have the heart to harm him. Yet, the innocence is now

gone.

Edmund raised his head, trying to hold back his tears. "What happened at the racecourse?" He knew there was

more behind the accident. "There's more behind it, isn't it?"

Callum gazed at him and thought, He has always been a smart boy. Callum replied, "No. He just drove too fast."

Blake wiped his tears away. "No way. We used to skip classes just to race. He was a steady racer. There's no way he

could've driven too fast."

"Maybe he just wanted to win the race."

Edmund narrowed his eyes and put his hands in his pockets. Then, he backed off a little. "Impossible. He didn't care

about prizes. He would never drive too fast just to win, as he knew the risks. He was a racer, after all." That's not a

good reason. "Callum, have you ever noticed you would rub your sleeve every time you lie?"

Callum looked at his hand immediately, but then he realized he wasn't doing anything of the sort.