Chapter 4

Caleb turned around. With a gloomy look in his eyes, he said sternly, "Have you no shame, Mrs. Wells? Why are you troubling Evie now? Has your daughter not hurt her enough?

"If you keep this up, I won't be funding Lydia's treatments anymore! She owed Evie this much, and even if she died, she definitely deserved it!"

My mom sobbed as she shook her head. She was still crawling toward the urn with all her might. "Liddy is already dead, and the urn has Liddy's ashes in it. I just want to take her home…"

I was heartbroken. At that moment, I longed to hug my mom and tell her, "Mom, please stop hurting yourself. It's just an urn, anyway. Please stop breaking my heart."

When Caleb saw my mom's movements, he glanced at the urn.

With a dark look on his face, he scoffed and said, "She's playing dead now, huh? And you're playing along with her? What happens when I destroy your props, huh?"

In the next second, his expression shifted as he picked up the urn. Then, he flung it down the bridge.