Five years ago, Lilian knew her son was so wrong, but she let me fall into the abyss. Five years later, she also knew that she couldn't stop Benedict and hoped that I would fulfil his love.
I signed the divorce agreement. Then I hugged Eugene's cold body so tight. We then got into the car to go to the funeral home.
My mother-in-law held the car door and choked. She said that she wanted to give Eugene a grand funeral.
I briefly said, “He doesn't need it, Mom.”
I actually didn't want the Mortimer Family to dirty Eugene's reincarnation path. My mother-in-law took back her hand and whispered to me that I could take the ashes away. She would send Eugene off with relics. She let me go free and I didn't interfere with her choice.
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I went home with Eugene's urn. The movement of opening the door disturbed the entangled man and woman on the sofa.
Benedict gathered Adelaide's scattered clothes for her. He said carelessly, “I thought you weren't coming back today, Rebecca.”
I didn't want Eugene to be dirty by the mess on the floor. So, I held the urn tightly back to the bedroom. Benedict was ignored, wrinkled his eyebrows and looked at the door. He was not waiting for the expected figure.
Benedict suddenly asked, “Did you leave Eugene with my mother again? You hurry to pick him up and apologize now. I won't care about his mistake of frightening his aunt, Rebecca.”
His patronizing tone made me feel nothing but amusement. I asked in my heart, ‘An illegitimate daughter who killed my mother and son and stole my identity is also worthy of being my son's aunt?’
I slowly raised my eyes and stared at him. I then took a breath for a while.
I then said clearly to him, “Eugene is dead, Benedict.”
Benedict was stunned for a moment after hearing my words. His eyes burned with anger.
He asked firmly, “Are you sick? In order to help the child to avoid responsibility, even dare to tell this kind of lie?”
Benedict immediately called the old mansion. He wanted to ask the servant to send Eugene back.
The maid at his old mansion said with a grief tone, “Mr. Benedict, the young master has been taken away by the young lady.”