"Don't smash it! That's my husband's ashes!"
Maybe my voice was too hoarse and terrifying, as the person holding the urn hesitated for a moment and immediately stopped.
He looked at Chelsea, then back at me, unsure of what to do next, waiting for her instructions.
But Chelsea just looked at me with amusement, squatting down to mock me.
"Your husband? So, you're really a married woman? Hah, even in death, your husband can't find peace!"
"What kind of wife becomes someone else's mistress so soon after her husband's death? Or maybe he died of anger because he discovered you were cheating?"
My eyes were bloodshot from the beating, and my vision was blurry.
When Chelsea ridiculed me, I could only let out muffled sobs, unable to form a complete sentence.
"Are you so agitated because you feel guilty about your husband deep down? If that's the case, then this child can't be kept!"
She glanced at the urn, remaining silent for a long time, as if she had come up with a brilliant idea.
Sure enough, Chelsea clapped her hands and stood up, giving a contemptuous order.
"Scatter the ashes and smash the urn!"
"No!"
The room was filled with my cries for help and pleas to stop.
But it turned out that I was still at a disadvantage, no matter how hard I struggled, I couldn't escape Sarah King's control.
I never thought that, as the richest person in Rossie City, there would come a day when I would be trampled and abused by my future daughter-in-law!
When I saw the urn shatter, it felt like my heart cracked along with it.
Chelsea and her friends were elated, even praising her.
"Chelsea, I really envy you for having such a supportive mother-in-law. Even if you cause trouble, she'll cover for you. Sure, your husband made a mistake, but he's at least the CEO of three companies! A man like that can be forgiven for anything."
Chelsea laughed smugly, looking at me like I was nothing more than an ant, utterly disdainful.
"Of course! Once I marry Philip, everything in this house will be mine! All of my mother-in-law's wealth will eventually be inherited by me!"
Philip once told me that Chelsea was a simple, sweet girl, not worldly, unlike those vain girls.
Now I could see clearly—she was just a gold-digger!
She was after our family's money and didn't care about Philip at all!
Birds of a feather flock together, after all!
Chelsea's friends, saying such immoral things, were probably no better than her.