Calvin frowned.Jenna hurried to explain, "M-Maybe it wasn't even Clarissa? Could be just some prank. Maybe we should just let it slide and not make a fuss over it.""No way. Whoever did this is going to have to answer for it." Calvin shoved her hand aside, standing his ground."Please!" Jenna stepped in his way, her face ashen. "Don't."Calvin finally realized something was off. He stared at Jenna, his eyes narrowing. "What's going on?"Suddenly, someone burst in from outside. "Bad news! Madam Margaret has fainted!"Margaret was in serious distress—her heart was out of rhythm, and foam was coming from her mouth. Feeling the pressure, Calvin had no choice but to leave and rush her to the hospital with Jenna.My heart felt like it was being torn apart.Margaret clung to Calvin's hand in the ambulance, her words muddled. "I wasn't lying. Clare's really dead. Calvin, please… y-you've got to find her body…"Veins throbbed on Calvin's forehead as he glared at Margaret with deep, si
Calvin and I tied the knot just as his career was starting to take off. But right around that time, Bernard was diagnosed with lung cancer.The Yale family's fortune crashed overnight, and Calvin had just sunk a huge chunk of money into his fashion studio, leaving nothing for Bernard's medical bills.Calvin had always been a devoted son. He was thinking about selling the studio, but Bernard laid into him."If you even consider selling it, I might as well cut you out for good! I didn't work hard to put you through school just for you to quit now. What's my life worth as an old man? Don't you dare mess with your future!"Still, Calvin secretly sold his overseas studio and wired the money into Bernard's account.By the time Calvin returned, Bernard's illness had taken a brutal toll on him. Not wanting to burden anyone, Bernard pulled out his own breathing tubes.Before he passed, he transferred that money to me, and Calvin hated me ever since. Even without any proof, it was clear hi
Margaret woke up, but she was still in a fragile state. Calvin got to the hospital right away and stayed with her the whole time.He gently caressed her worn hand, still marked by the scars he'd left when he stepped on in, along with deep cuts from the broken glass.Calvin's face was pale, his tears soaking into the white sheets. "I should be the one who's gone. Why didn't I die instead?"He had never felt so consumed by regret. He was motionless, like a statue, with tears running down his face.My heart was in tatters.Calvin would have to live with the guilt if Margaret never opened her eyes again. He had unintentionally caused my tragic death in a car accident, which then led to the disaster at the dyeing factory.If Margaret didn't survive, I'd haunt him forever.Calvin quietly cleaned Margaret and changed her clothes. He'd despised me and Margaret for three years, but now, that hatred seemed like a distant memory.His careful care brought Margaret back to consciousness a f
Calvin Yale, my husband, didn't visit me even a single time before I died. It wasn't until three days after I had died that he bothered to step into his stepmother, Margaret Sommer's ward."Where's Clarissa? Get her out here now," Calvin ordered.Margaret lay in the hospital bed, her pale eyes dull and lifeless. She mumbled, "Clare's dead."Calvin furrowed his brow and scoffed. "You're saying someone like her, who's always fighting to stay alive, would actually die? Did she find out Jenna lost vision in her right eye and needed her help, so she went and hid?"Then he started searching through the whole ward right before the caregiver, who stared at him in astonishment. He checked the cabinets, looked under the bed and every corner but came up empty."You'll never find Clare. She passed away three days ago." Margaret let out a slow breath, her eyes filling with tears. "If you want to see her, you'll have to go to heaven."Calvin's face grew even darker. He snorted. "Passed away? I
The next day, Calvin showed up like he said he would. He had Jenna with him—the woman who'd taken everything from me.But the ward was empty. The bed was made, and all the clothes were packed. It was like no one had ever been there. He asked the caregiver, but she had no idea where Margaret had gone.Calvin quickly tracked her down using his phone's GPS and found her on the street. She was dragging her weak body, holding onto a worn-out bag, trying to pin something to a public bulletin board.He stepped up to take a look—it was a notice about searching for a dead body. He let out a frustrated laugh and pulled Margaret away. "Impressive acting, Mom. A notice for a dead body? You've really lost it."Margaret gripped the flyer, her hand shaking. "Clare's missing. I need to find her body. She'll be scared if I'm not there with her.""For what? She was cold enough to let you die in the streets, and you're still searching for her? I can't believe she came up with all kinds of schemes ju
My soul lingered beside Margaret, watching helplessly while Calvin yanked her frail body along.It was only a few days ago that I was in a terrible car crash, lying in a pool of blood, barely holding on. I dialed his number desperately, trying more than ten times.He finally answered my last call. He told me he was with Jenna, who was modeling at a fashion show, and couldn't make it."Calvin, are you seriously just going to watch me die?"He sneered from the other end. "Oh, really? Go ahead, die then. Let's see if you're really in a car accident or pretending."I missed the critical window for treatment because of this. By the time they got me to the operating room, I was already dead.Margaret dragged her frail body to where mine lay, covered by a white sheet, and knelt by it. She cried so hard she almost fainted.She called Calvin to take my body, but he mocked her without mercy. "Cut the act. How pathetic are you to use such lame tricks? You want me to collect her body? Let's
Margaret was hauled into the police station.Like Calvin said, he stopped covering her medical bills and living expenses. Her treatment was cut off. He even drained the bank card I had given her, the one in my name.Calvin left Margaret with no way out and even sent her a text that said, "If I don't make you feel the heat, you won't know who's really in charge of this family."Margaret was temporarily detained by the police for causing a disturbance. With Calvin pulling the strings, the guards refused to let her go, even after a long wait.Meanwhile, he watched Jenna change in the dressing room, his eyes full of affection. "Jenna, you're truly my queen."Calvin and Jenna met in college, and he fell for her the moment he saw her. But after graduation, Jenna left without a second thought to study abroad, ending things with him out of the blue.Back then, Margaret, who had supported me through school since I was little, wanted to set me up with Calvin. She often invited me over to t
Red wine soaked through Jenna's gown, and a weird smell started wafting off her. She brushed at her gown, and her fingers came away red. "Blood! It's blood!"Just then, an assistant from the dyeing factory burst in with urgent news. "We've got a problem! The machines at the dyeing factory are jammed, and we can't find out what's wrong with the dye."Calvin jumped to conclusions. "It must be Clarissa!"I was the head of his dyeing factory. After all the years I had put in, I never thought he'd suspect me like this.Was he really that unaware of where the issue lay? Those fiery red dyes were my blood. Would the truth tear him apart and send him spiraling into madness?Right then, a bodyguard rang in. "Mr. Yale, as you asked, we traced a recent purchase on that card. The delivery address is the Yale residence."Calvin's face turned grim. "So it was her! I knew I'd catch her sooner or later!"After the engagement party ended in a rush, Calvin hurried to the Yale residence. He found
Margaret woke up, but she was still in a fragile state. Calvin got to the hospital right away and stayed with her the whole time.He gently caressed her worn hand, still marked by the scars he'd left when he stepped on in, along with deep cuts from the broken glass.Calvin's face was pale, his tears soaking into the white sheets. "I should be the one who's gone. Why didn't I die instead?"He had never felt so consumed by regret. He was motionless, like a statue, with tears running down his face.My heart was in tatters.Calvin would have to live with the guilt if Margaret never opened her eyes again. He had unintentionally caused my tragic death in a car accident, which then led to the disaster at the dyeing factory.If Margaret didn't survive, I'd haunt him forever.Calvin quietly cleaned Margaret and changed her clothes. He'd despised me and Margaret for three years, but now, that hatred seemed like a distant memory.His careful care brought Margaret back to consciousness a f
Calvin and I tied the knot just as his career was starting to take off. But right around that time, Bernard was diagnosed with lung cancer.The Yale family's fortune crashed overnight, and Calvin had just sunk a huge chunk of money into his fashion studio, leaving nothing for Bernard's medical bills.Calvin had always been a devoted son. He was thinking about selling the studio, but Bernard laid into him."If you even consider selling it, I might as well cut you out for good! I didn't work hard to put you through school just for you to quit now. What's my life worth as an old man? Don't you dare mess with your future!"Still, Calvin secretly sold his overseas studio and wired the money into Bernard's account.By the time Calvin returned, Bernard's illness had taken a brutal toll on him. Not wanting to burden anyone, Bernard pulled out his own breathing tubes.Before he passed, he transferred that money to me, and Calvin hated me ever since. Even without any proof, it was clear hi
Calvin frowned.Jenna hurried to explain, "M-Maybe it wasn't even Clarissa? Could be just some prank. Maybe we should just let it slide and not make a fuss over it.""No way. Whoever did this is going to have to answer for it." Calvin shoved her hand aside, standing his ground."Please!" Jenna stepped in his way, her face ashen. "Don't."Calvin finally realized something was off. He stared at Jenna, his eyes narrowing. "What's going on?"Suddenly, someone burst in from outside. "Bad news! Madam Margaret has fainted!"Margaret was in serious distress—her heart was out of rhythm, and foam was coming from her mouth. Feeling the pressure, Calvin had no choice but to leave and rush her to the hospital with Jenna.My heart felt like it was being torn apart.Margaret clung to Calvin's hand in the ambulance, her words muddled. "I wasn't lying. Clare's really dead. Calvin, please… y-you've got to find her body…"Veins throbbed on Calvin's forehead as he glared at Margaret with deep, si
I forced a smile, but it felt more like a grimace. Would Calvin regret what he'd done once he learned the truth?"Clare, I couldn't protect you, but I'll be with you soon. Don't be scared…" Margaret was crying so much that she could barely keep herself upright.She watched helplessly as they drilled into my casket, unable to do a thing. Crushed by grief, she coughed up blood. The sight of the red stain on the floor was unsettling.Calvin quickly regained his composure and sneered. "First a photo of her dead, now a casket? What's next? Tell Clarissa that even if I have to drag her up from the depths of hell, I'll get her myself!"He looked at the paper with a cold gaze and scoffed. "A death certificate?"Calvin ripped it apart and scattered the pieces into the air, where they drifted down like withered leaves.I let out a bitter laugh. Just like I thought, he never believed me from the start.Just then, his subordinate dashed over urgently. "Bad news, Mr. Yale! You need to get to
Red wine soaked through Jenna's gown, and a weird smell started wafting off her. She brushed at her gown, and her fingers came away red. "Blood! It's blood!"Just then, an assistant from the dyeing factory burst in with urgent news. "We've got a problem! The machines at the dyeing factory are jammed, and we can't find out what's wrong with the dye."Calvin jumped to conclusions. "It must be Clarissa!"I was the head of his dyeing factory. After all the years I had put in, I never thought he'd suspect me like this.Was he really that unaware of where the issue lay? Those fiery red dyes were my blood. Would the truth tear him apart and send him spiraling into madness?Right then, a bodyguard rang in. "Mr. Yale, as you asked, we traced a recent purchase on that card. The delivery address is the Yale residence."Calvin's face turned grim. "So it was her! I knew I'd catch her sooner or later!"After the engagement party ended in a rush, Calvin hurried to the Yale residence. He found
Margaret was hauled into the police station.Like Calvin said, he stopped covering her medical bills and living expenses. Her treatment was cut off. He even drained the bank card I had given her, the one in my name.Calvin left Margaret with no way out and even sent her a text that said, "If I don't make you feel the heat, you won't know who's really in charge of this family."Margaret was temporarily detained by the police for causing a disturbance. With Calvin pulling the strings, the guards refused to let her go, even after a long wait.Meanwhile, he watched Jenna change in the dressing room, his eyes full of affection. "Jenna, you're truly my queen."Calvin and Jenna met in college, and he fell for her the moment he saw her. But after graduation, Jenna left without a second thought to study abroad, ending things with him out of the blue.Back then, Margaret, who had supported me through school since I was little, wanted to set me up with Calvin. She often invited me over to t
My soul lingered beside Margaret, watching helplessly while Calvin yanked her frail body along.It was only a few days ago that I was in a terrible car crash, lying in a pool of blood, barely holding on. I dialed his number desperately, trying more than ten times.He finally answered my last call. He told me he was with Jenna, who was modeling at a fashion show, and couldn't make it."Calvin, are you seriously just going to watch me die?"He sneered from the other end. "Oh, really? Go ahead, die then. Let's see if you're really in a car accident or pretending."I missed the critical window for treatment because of this. By the time they got me to the operating room, I was already dead.Margaret dragged her frail body to where mine lay, covered by a white sheet, and knelt by it. She cried so hard she almost fainted.She called Calvin to take my body, but he mocked her without mercy. "Cut the act. How pathetic are you to use such lame tricks? You want me to collect her body? Let's
The next day, Calvin showed up like he said he would. He had Jenna with him—the woman who'd taken everything from me.But the ward was empty. The bed was made, and all the clothes were packed. It was like no one had ever been there. He asked the caregiver, but she had no idea where Margaret had gone.Calvin quickly tracked her down using his phone's GPS and found her on the street. She was dragging her weak body, holding onto a worn-out bag, trying to pin something to a public bulletin board.He stepped up to take a look—it was a notice about searching for a dead body. He let out a frustrated laugh and pulled Margaret away. "Impressive acting, Mom. A notice for a dead body? You've really lost it."Margaret gripped the flyer, her hand shaking. "Clare's missing. I need to find her body. She'll be scared if I'm not there with her.""For what? She was cold enough to let you die in the streets, and you're still searching for her? I can't believe she came up with all kinds of schemes ju
Calvin Yale, my husband, didn't visit me even a single time before I died. It wasn't until three days after I had died that he bothered to step into his stepmother, Margaret Sommer's ward."Where's Clarissa? Get her out here now," Calvin ordered.Margaret lay in the hospital bed, her pale eyes dull and lifeless. She mumbled, "Clare's dead."Calvin furrowed his brow and scoffed. "You're saying someone like her, who's always fighting to stay alive, would actually die? Did she find out Jenna lost vision in her right eye and needed her help, so she went and hid?"Then he started searching through the whole ward right before the caregiver, who stared at him in astonishment. He checked the cabinets, looked under the bed and every corner but came up empty."You'll never find Clare. She passed away three days ago." Margaret let out a slow breath, her eyes filling with tears. "If you want to see her, you'll have to go to heaven."Calvin's face grew even darker. He snorted. "Passed away? I