Chapter 7

Hearing those details for the first time, Edith's grief and anger overwhelmed her, and she collapsed to the ground.

I let go of Halle and desperately tried to hold Edith, but I could not even touch her.

At that moment, Timothy woke up from his fainting spell. He hurriedly got out of bed and rushed toward Edith.

"Grandma," he called out.

However, Edith was gone too.

The world was so cruel—my one and only grandmother had been driven to her death by my family’s words. Why? Was my life and my daughter's life not enough? Why did they have to drag Edith into this too?

I longed to see Edith's spirit and apologize to her in person. Sadly, I never got the chance.

It was because Timothy had taken my and Halle's ashes back to his bedroom.

Timothy seemed to be losing his sanity. He carved life-sized wooden sculptures of me and Halle, soaking them in formalin for a month before placing our ashes inside the hollow centers of those statues.

He clung to the statue that resembled me, never let