He kept his distance from me and stuck to the bed.
"Alice's family has ancestral graves. She doesn't need to be cremated. You're being hasty and disrespectful to her," he argued.
A gleam of light shot out from my eyes. I was disrespectful?
'What was she thinking when she signed for me to marry the fool? Didn't it break my heart?' I thought.
While we were confronting each other, a sharp voice rang out.
"Who dares to cremate my daughter?"
It seemed Sanford had already teamed up with Alice, even having her mother's contact to alert her.
I hadn't expected to send Alice straight to the crematorium.
I just wanted to provoke them into revealing the truth.
With more people involved, it only proved that they had been conspiring against me in my past life.
Back then, I had asked Alice's mother to testify, thinking it was her daughter's arranged marriage.
But she had pretended ignorance, blaming it all on me.
She knew everything. She was just pretending.
Then letting her watch as I sent Alice to her death wasn't too much.
Alice's mother rushed over, pushing me aside and standing by her daughter's bed.
Without even looking at Alice, she glared at me with her hands on her hips.
"Who dares to harm my daughter? Alice trusted you the most, and yet you plotted to burn her alive? How could you be so vicious?
"If any of those people dare to touch my daughter again, you and I will have a serious problem."
She still found time to worry about her daughter's innocence.
I couldn't help but furrow my brows.
"Mrs. Archer, Alice always lived off me, stayed with me, and this doesn't count as being her best friend? Besides, she's already dead. How could I want to burn her?" I scoffed.
Only then did she realize her mistake in speaking and shook her head, pushing the funeral home staff away.
"My daughter will be buried, not cremated. Just go."
The funeral home staff grumbled and drove away.
Only then did Sanford breathe a sigh of relief and neatly cover Alice with the sheet.
Alice's mother also sighed with relief and began complaining to me again.
"It's all your fault. If it weren't for you, Alice wouldn't have died. If only she had listened to me and come home earlier to get married, none of this would have happened. It's all because you encouraged her to be independent."
I was indeed wrong to inspire an ingrate.
My life had just begun, and I had worked hard to buy a house for myself.