Putting the suicide note away carefully, Angela ignored Mrs. Brown and wanted to go back to the villa.
Angela was about to close the door when Mrs. Brown rushed to grab her wrist.
"Where is the urn of Elva? I'm gonna ask her!" said Mrs. Brown with red eyes and a ferocious look on her face, "Since my husband didn't love Alisa any more, why couldn't he be with me?"
"How could Elva blame me for the suicide of Alisa? Even though there was a dispute between Alisa and me. What the hell was it to Elva?" sobbed Mrs. Brown, "I've never done anything that hurts Elva in my whole life. How could she blame and resent me and not even want to see before she died?"
Angela's wrist ached due to the great strength of Mrs. Brown.
"Sorry, Mrs. Brown. But I can't tell you," said Angela.
"All right! If you don't tell me where her urn is, you take me to see her right now!" said Mrs. Brown as she pulled Angela out hard.
Struggling to break away the hand of Mrs. Brown, Angela was pulled to stumble and almost fall.
Angela held the door and covered her belly with her right hand with a lingering fear.
Shaking the hand of Mrs. Brown off hard, Angela said with a frown, "Since my mom is already dead, she can't answer any of your questions. If you really regards her as a friend, please respect her last wishes and leave her a peace in death."
The anger on the face of Mrs. Brown gradually disappeared as she heard what Angela said, and there was only a miserable look on her face.
Sitting down on the ground slowly, Mrs. Brown murmured and wiped her tears constantly.
"Since she didn't want to see you even before she died, why do you still want to see her?" said Salim as he came to pull Mrs. Brown, "You've told me that we don't need to care about others and only need to mind our own business, haven't you?"
Ignoring Salim, Angela just looked down on Mrs. Brown who was sitting on the ground and said, "Please don't sit on the ground as it's cold."
With these words, Angela went back to the villa and closed the door.
Standing with her back against the door quietly for a while, Angela went to the sofa and drank a glass of water.
'It's difficult to tell who was right and who was wrong,' thought Angela.
Suddenly, her phone rang.
Angela picked up the phone and found that the call was from Raya. Then she answered, "Miss Raya."
"I've told you many times. Please just call me Raya," complained Raya and then said excitedly, "You introduced our firm to the migrant worker, didn't you?"
"Yes, he has donated the heart of his son to my father," said Angela.
"They are such kind people! Why did they suffer such a bad thing?" sighed Raya, "But don't worry. I've settled it."
"So soon?" said Angela with a surprise as Raya had told her yesterday that she had to know the case, prepare the materials and go to the court.
"Yes, but not following the normal procedure. Since the boss of the construction company knew from someone that I was in charge of the case, he directly asked for negotiation and was willing to compensate three million and apologize to the migrant worker and promised that he would never hire that contractor again."
"I was going to insist on suing them, but my master didn't suggest me to do so. So I agreed to negotiate after asking the opinion of the worker," said Raya in a depressed voice.
With these words, Raya complained about Mrs. Brown and Salim for quite a while and hung up.
After hanging up, Angela sat in the living room in a daze for quite a while.
As there was no one in the villa except Angela, it was quite quiet.
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