But the words Alex said before his death kept ringing in my ears, over and over again.
"Mum, do not blame Aunt Annette. Dad will get mad at us … "
"Mum, is my blood really dirty? Why does Dad never hug me?"
"Mum, I am so tired ... and I feel so cold ... Mum, Grandma said you are a royal embalmer. Can I follow you after I die? I am really useless… Mum, do not fight with Dad. I will always be Mum's child in the next life."
The endless hatred in my heart was forced back by the memories of Alex's voice. I turned away from the two people lying on the bed and waved at my son's spirit as I was preparing to take him away. But just as I got closer to the bed, Charles suddenly reached out and pulled me over.
Without further ado, I was thrown under him roughly. He grabbed my chin with one hand while the other hand reached up under my clothes. I could only lie there without moving. My face turned emotionless like a lifeless body, refusing to respond no matter what he did.
Charles' pride was hurt by my coldness as his face darkened immediately. He then leaned down and bit the corner of my mouth cruelly. Clearly, he was mocking me.
"Why are you pretending to be like a pure virgin now? Are you not jealous that Annette and I are together?" he shouted.
"You purposely left the child for my mother to take care of, just so you could sneak into my bed, right?"
"I will satisfy your wish then! Besides, this is just perfect. I have not tried playing with three people together yet. Let Annette watch and see the body of a royal embalmer. Hurry up! Take off your clothes!"
"Right here, on your son's bed! Let him feel with his own spirit how shameless his own mother is! A woman who only cares about climbing into a man's bed, even after her child died!"
Facing Charles' crazy shouting, I closed my eyes in despair. Tears rolled silently down from the corners of my eyes and soaked the pillow under me. This was unforgivable!
"Charles," I whispered, my voice trembling.
After that, I continued to speak, "My son is dead. I did not throw him to anyone."
He stopped pulling at my clothes, then laughed coldly, full of disbelief.
"Joanne, do you think I am a fool? If your son really died, would you still be so calm right now?"