A clapping ovation echoed in the hall after Athena’s speech, for most people gathered knew who she was and how dear she was to the martial arts teacher.
Athena gave a full bow, from the waist down, knowing how important that gesture was to the Chinese community that had turned up for the gathering.
With a respectful nod to the priest, she stepped down from the podium, emotions still swirling inside her.
She was on her way to her seat when the immediate family of the deceased stood up to meet her.
"Thank you very much, Athena. Although, I was surprised you weren’t around when he died," Master Shen’s wife said, her voice quivering with grief, her eyes red from crying.
Athena paused her lips upon hearing those words. "I got the information late," She replied, keeping her tone level, aware of the charged atmosphere.
"And why is that?" The woman pressed on, a scowl beginning to form on her face.
The questioning felt personal, accusatory, and Athena wouldn’t let Master Shen’s wife disrupt this respectful occasion any further—especially since their conversation was beginning to garner attention.
"We can talk after the service," She asserted firmly, giving a curt bow before turning away.
Yet the woman’s next words sent ice through her veins and made Athena falter in her steps.
"Obviously, you don’t care for him, and yet, he added you in his will."
"What was that troublesome woman saying?" Aiden asked immediately after she sat down.
But the answer he received was a glare from Athena that spoke volumes. "You are the cause of all this!"
Aiden sighed tiredly, looking away, weary of the perpetual cycle of apologies. Yes, he knew he was in the wrong, but he couldn’t break a promise made to Master Shen, could he?
"She was asking why I wasn’t at his bedside during his final moments, and why I’m in his will when, according to her, I don’t care," Athena explained, her voice lowering as she drummed a beat on her thighs in agitation.
"But why would he do that? Put my name in his will? He should know the trouble it would cause!" She continued, shaking her head in disbelief.
Aiden chuckled in disbelief. "The woman is just jealous. We all know who truly cared about the old man and who did not. And I’m sure Master Shen saw that."
"You don’t seem surprised about the will, Aiden. You knew about this too?"
Aiden had the grace to fall silent, the weight of the situation settling over him like a heavy blanket.
Athena shook her head and turned her face toward the pulpit. "And here I am, thinking you were a closer pal."
He opened his mouth to speak, but the overall aura emanating from her gave him no chance. Instead, he inhaled in resignation, bracing himself for another round of silent treatment from her.
Fifteen minutes later, the service concluded, and everyone gathered on the terrace to eat, drink, and talk—well, everyone except Aiden and Athena, who stood side by side in tense silence.
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