No one responded at home until he walked into the hall and saw the memorial tablet and urn of my mother placed in the hall.
He paused his footsteps, and his face turned pale.
"That's impossible, how... how is this possible?"
Wilson trembled and said, "My mom called me a while ago, and she was fine at that time..."
Seeing Wilson walking towards the altar, I rushed forward and stopped him with one step.
"Take your bitch away and get out, now!"
With red eyes, I shouted in grief and anger, "When my mom died in a car accident and went to the hospital, I called you more than a dozen times and you didn't answer!
"You thought I was lying to you, didn't you? Get out, get out now!
"Wilson, we're completely over between us!
"From the moment my mom passed away, there's no relationship between you and me anymore!
"I don't want to see you anymore. I regret knowing you in the first place. So, please disappear from my life, and I don't want any more entanglement with you!"
In the face of my sad roar, Wilson's face turned pale.
At this moment, the crying Yvonne also walked into the hall, crying pitifully, "Queenie, even if you want me to stop contacting Wilson, even if you want to keep him by your side, there's no need to use such means, right?
"I really misjudged you. I didn't expect you to curse your own mother to have a car accident, and even forged Aunt's portrait and urn. If Aunt knew about this, how sad she would be?
"Or is it that you and Aunt actually planned this? You just let Aunt hide for a while and use this method to make Wilson feel guilty, so that it'll completely cut off the contact between him and me?
"Queenie, you and Aunt don't need to bother to do this. I can just leave, ok?"
"Woo woo..."
After saying these words, Yvonne cried as if she had been greatly wronged, gasping for breath.
I was burning with anger and wanted to tear her mouth apart.
This bitch did it on purpose. After she said that, it seemed like my mom and I had conspired to deceive Wilson.
Of course, Wilson obviously believed Yvonne's words and looked at me and the urn of ashes of my mom with some suspicion.
Then, he pushed me away and rushed to the altar, reaching out for my mom's urn of ashes.
I shouted anxiously, "Wilson, what are you trying to do, put it down!"
When I rushed forward to stop him, Yvonne, who was crying, showed me a resentful and ferocious smile.
"Calm down, Queenie!"