Chapter 613
All eyes turned to the furious Matthew. An elderly neighbor spoke up. “What are you trying to do? You’re a monster.”
“Shut up!” Matthew roared, angrily approaching while pointing his finger at me. “Chloe, what more do you want? My mom is dead… Dead!”
He let out a hysterical yell, then angrily advanced. However, when he saw Atlas standing beside me, he abruptly stopped.
He glared at me and continued, “How dare you take her away? Do you want to ruin my family? I still have to handle the funeral. She has to stay to handle the funeral!”
My gaze was icy as I said, “Your mom doesn’t want to see her.”
I left the hospital with my family, leaving Matthew shouting behind.
Back home, my mom asked, “What about Grace’s funeral? What should we do?”
I glanced at my mother, leaning weakly into her embrace. “Mom, we’ve already sent her off. She has a son. I’ve done what I could and what I shouldn’t do, too. I have a clear conscience. It’s enough now.” Everyone understood what I meant and nodded.
Ivanna took a step forward. “Don’t overthink it. Matthew is nothing more than a monster. Melanie deserves any punishment she gets. She’s a disgrace to humanity.”
“I won’t overthink it. I have a tough battle to fight,” I muttered and then approached Grace’s room. “I need some time alone.”
Opening the door, I walked in slowly. The room still seemed to hold her familiar presence. I could only see Grace’s face as I sat on the bed. Her smiles, tears, and kind words to me, even when she scolded me. Now, she was gone and would never return.
I knew how short life was. It could be taken away from you in the blink of an eye.
I thought about when she saw the blood on my forehead, the panic in her eyes, and the pain transforming into hatred. I even recalled the
moment she pushed away the ne
bodyguard rushing toward her,
frozen in the sound of a dull thud.
“Mom, I know you feel bad for me, but leaving like this makes it so hard.” I sobbed, unable to control my emotions any longer. “I had so much more to say to you. I shouldn’t have let you go like this. I didn’t even get to fulfill your wishes. The regrets you left me can never be healed.”
Suddenly, I remembered her package. I took it out, paused, and then opened it slowly.
Besides her change of clothes was the phone I gave her. I took out the clothes one by one. There was a bank book and a piece of paper folded in the middle like a letter.
I quickly unfolded the paper. It was a simple and plain letter written with crooked and slanted handwriting, as if she were speaking to me.
My heart ached at the sight of it. It
was her repentance for me and our beautiful memories. She asked me not to hold a grudge against her, not to resent Matthew, and especially not to take action against him.
This might be what worried her the most.
I was speechless. How could I spare them after what they did?
She also wrote that the bank book was meant for Ava as a fund for her education.
At the end of the letter, there was another piece of paper asking me to give it to Matthew after her death. She didn’t leave a single word for Matthew. The only thing she left for him was that piece of paper. It was a DNA test report.
The name on it was Matthew Murphy.