Rich People Problems-Kwan 2017 (WWT)

Singapore. I am so terribly sorry for any pain or embarrassment I might
have caused to you and your family. As I’m sure you’re aware, I was not
myself that day. I have made a complete recovery since then, and I can
only hope and pray that you will accept my heartfelt apology now.
In the last few months, I’ve had the luxury of time. Time to heal and
recover, time to reassess my life. I know now that I do not ever wish to
come between what you and Charlie have together, and I want to give you
my blessing, not that you in any way need it. Charlie has been so decent to
me throughout the years, and I only want what’s best for him now. As we
are all only too painfully aware, life is precious, and much too fleeting, so I
want to wish the both of you everlasting happiness.
Yours truly,
Isabel Wu
“How sweet of her!” Astrid said, looking up from the note. “I’m glad she’s doing so
much better.”
“I am too. She gave me the note when I went to drop off the girls last night. She was
worried that you wouldn’t want to read it.”
“Why wouldn’t I? I’m so happy you showed it to me. It’s the best thing that’s happened
today. It feels like one more burden has been lifted. You know, all through the service, I
was thinking of my grandmother’s last conversation with me. She really wanted me to be
happy. She wanted us to ignore all the rules of mourning and get married as soon as we
possibly could.”
“We will, Astrid, I promise.”
“I never thought Michael would be the one to hold things up,” Astrid said with a sigh.
“We’ll get through this. I have a plan,” Charlie said.
They were suddenly interrupted by voices echoing through the north transept. Astrid
peeked out the door for a moment. “It’s my mother,” she mouthed to Charlie.
Victoria, Felicity, and Alix skulked through the transept and entered the chapel on the
opposite side. In the middle of the room was Su Yi’s coffin.
“I’m telling you, her dentures were crooked,” Felicity said.
“They didn’t look crooked to me,” Victoria argued.
“You’ll see. Whoever the stupid mortician was that worked on her didn’t place them
properly.”
“This is such a bad idea—” Alix began to protest.
“No, we must do this for Mummy. I won’t be able to sleep if I let Mummy be cremated
with crooked teeth.” Felicity began to unfasten the lid of the casket. “Here, help me with
this.”
The three women lifted the lid of the casket slowly. Looking down at their mother
cocooned in her golden robe, the sisters, normally such pillars of discipline and resolve,