Over the past year, my mother had been so critically ill that the hospital had given me a pile of critical illness notices, but she had been struggling to hold on for the sake of me.
Until her death, she was still waiting for Jane, the future daughter-in-law she considered, to come.
Hearing what Matthew said, the shock in Jane's eyes instantly turned into anger.
"Yannick Chambers, I can't believe you even lied through your teeth that your mother was dead. You bastard!
"She had a rosy good complexion the last time I saw her. How could she possibly die so suddenly!"
I was rendered speechless.
My heart overflowed with grief and rage. I wanted to say something, but the overwhelming bitterness blocked my throat, making me unable to utter a single sound.
It had been ten months since Jane went to see my mother last time.
My mother's good complexion Jane mentioned was because my mother had asked the nurse to put makeup on her for fear that Jane would dislike her ashen face.
My mother had never worn makeup in her life and was not used to it, but she was reluctant to see Jane be frightened by her sickly look.
"I look good with makeup on, don't I?"
My mother asked me with a smile, looking at herself in the mirror.
I tried my best to hold back the tears and nodded. Then, I took Jane to see my mother, but she only stayed for five minutes before she left on the pretext of work.
That night, when my mother was in critical condition, she said she wanted to see Jane one last time.
I called Jane countless times until my phone was about to go out of service. When I finally got through, she said she was too busy and didn't want to be photographed by paparazzi.
My mother died in my arms with regret. At her last gasp, she still told me to stick together with Jane, holding my hand.
But how could I still get along with Jane after all this?
She was so heartless that she even dug up my mother's ashes!
Seeing that I didn't say anything, Jane thought she had exposed my "conspiracy".
She said smugly, "Yannick, as long as you apologize to Matthew, I can get married to you as scheduled next month. We can get the marriage license privately without making our marriage public. Do you understand?"
She gave me a taste of sweetness condescendingly after hurting me.
"Jane Hardy, my apology and marriage to you are only in your dreams!"
My rejection made Jane's tone turn even colder.