Chapter 2
For a moment, it was impossible to tell whether the wetness on his face was alcohol or tears.
Still reeking of booze, he suddenly lurched forward and clung to Daniel’s leg.
“She was a good person. A really good person.”
“If it weren’t for her giving me a meal back then, I would have starved to death… But she’s gone now. What a pity.”
Daniel’s face darkened. With a swift, merciless kick, he sent the drunk flying.
The man landed hard–right onto a small mound of dirt.
Instantly sobered by the impact, he panicked and scrambled to fix the little pile, muttering frantically
under his breath.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to…”
Daniel watched, puzzled. “What the hell is that?”
The drunk let out a bitter laugh.
“Her grave.”
Daniel shot him a cold glance. Sure enough, next to the mound stood a crude, makeshift headstone.
The poorly carved words were barely legible, etched in crooked lines, “The Grave of Chloe Reid.”
Like it was the most precious thing in the world, the drunk gently propped up the toppled tombstone, mumbling endless apologies.
“You’re insane.”
Daniel shoved him aside with a sneer. Then, without hesitation, he lifted his foot and kicked the
tombstone in half.
“Three years apart, and Chloe is still just as manipulative–coming up with ridiculous sob stories like this ”
Not satisfied with just breaking the headstone, he ordered his bodyguards to bring shovels and flatie..
entire mound.
“Let’s see how long she can keep up this act!”
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The drunk watched in horror as the grave he had painstakingly built was destroyed in an instant.
Panicked, he let out a shrill scream.
“I told you–she’s dead! Why won’t you leave her alone?!”
“Miss Reid was such a kind soul…. Why did she have to suffer so much…”
Daniel’s expression was filled with disdain, but he ignored the drunk completely.
His voice turned cold, commanding:
“Chloe, I know you can hear me.”
“I’m giving you three days. Get the hell out here and obediently donate your kidney. If you do, I’ll end your punishment and let you come home.”
“But if you insist on playing dead and hiding, then you can forget about ever seeing your son again!”
Having said his piece, Daniel turned and left without hesitation.
Before leaving, he ordered his bodyguards to cripple the drunk’s leg.
“Filthy beggar, this is what you get for crossing Mr. Emerson.”
I floated silently nearby, wanting to cry but unable to shed a single tear.
My son, Jack Emerson.
It had been three years since I last saw him.
Daniel knew he was my weakness–that’s why he used him to threaten me. If I were still alive, I would have rushed out without hesitation.
But I was already dead.
Once Daniel and his men left, the private estate returned to its usual desolate stillness.
By the flattened grave, only the drunkard remained, sobbing softly.
He was mourning me.
Seeing his bloodied, broken leg, I felt a pang of guilt.
There weren’t many people who knew I had died.
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Rave he was the wally one who never left me, even after my death.
Years ago, he had been beaten half to death for stealing, I had once helped him find a doctor and given www a few mea
To him, I was # 44016)
So he refused to leave. He insisted on keeping watch at the villa’s entrance,
Even that day whew Caroline teaked into the villa and pushed me off the balcony he had been right oniside, watching helplessly as I fell
From the fifth floor, the fall should have heen fatal.
But I didn’t die.
I was left crippled instead.
The drunkard had gone mad, rushing out to find a doctor.
But in that brief moment, Caroline saw that I had survived.
So she hired a group of vagrants.
They took turns violating me.
Then, beaten and bruised beyond recognition, they dumped me in the backyard–buried me alive.
“As long as you’re alive, you’ll always be a threat standing between me and Daniel.”
“Only with you dead can I rightfully become Mrs. Emerson.”
“Once you’re in the afterlife, don’t blame me for being ruthless. Blame yourself for being in my way!”
