The urn was smashed. The ashes were scattered all over the floor. I knelt on the ground and gathered them with my hands like crazy. Meanwhile, my tears fell uncontrollably.
“Oh, no, my son, Eugene.”
Benedict looked on with cold eyes. He gave me an ultimatum.
Benedict explained, “I will give you a month to have plastic surgery, Rebecca. Then you are not allowed to appear in front of me with this face again, okay? For the sake of our past relationship, as long as you behave yourself and don't make trouble with our son, I will come to see you once a month”
After he finished speaking, he turned around to change the clothes soiled by the ashes. Adelaide still looked at me. She then stepped on the back of my hand.
Adelaide taunted me in a lower voice, “Rebecca, I thought your mother's death would teach you a lesson. You deserve your son to die for snatching a man from me!”
I replied briefly, “My mom and I never miss anything we like.”
At this moment, I was certain that the car accident that caused my mother's tragic death was not a casual accident. I could no longer hold back the anger in my heart. So, I stood up and slapped her hard on the face.
Benedict heard the commotion. He rushed out and kicked me to the ground.
He shouted at me, “Rebecca, you're looking for death!”
He used all his strength in this kick. I couldn’t believe my husband was hurting me so much that I curled up and couldn't move.
I forced myself to hold back the surging blood that was churning. I looked at them fiercely.
I shouted, “You're the ones who deserve to die!”
As the words fell, I spat out a mouthful of blood uncontrollably. I was struggling to get up to hold the remaining ashes at this moment. Benedict was so annoyed that he lifted the cake and smashed it hard on the ground.
Eugene's ashes were instantly submerged in the mango cake all over the floor. My Eugene shouldn't have died and been treated like this. Looking at the few ashes left, my eyes glazed over and blood gushed out of my mouth one after another.
Benedict was stunned by the way I spit out blood. The throbbing pain in his heart made him hastily squat down to check on me. But in the next second, his cell phone suddenly received a message:
[Mr. Benedict, we accidentally discovered that Eugene Mortimer is not your biological son.]
Benedict was stunned for a split second. He slapped me across the face.