You Faked Your Deaths to Punish Me?! That’s Illegal, Family! novel Chapter 95

Chapter 4

The ambulance driver kindly drove us to the funeral home.

The prison guards brought two documents, and after I signed them, I accompanied my mother as we cremated my father.

Back home with the urn, my mother handed me a phone number.

“Delilah, this is your grandfather’s old commander’s number. You should make the call.”

I held the number, unable to suppress my anger and resentment.

Dad’s words clearly indicated he had been threatened into suicide.

Should I really choose to run?

But seeing my mother’s frail shoulders and swollen eyes, I dialed the number. I couldn’t let Mom risk herself with me. Even if I was unwilling, I

had to keep her safe first.

The call was answered quickly by an authoritative elderly man.

After a brief conversation, he told me someone would come to get us the next day.

After hanging up, I sat with Mom at Dad’s memorial through the night.

In the morning, we took the urn to choose a burial site for Dad.

We initially wanted to bury him next to Grandma.

But by strange coincidence, the plot next to Grandma’s was right beside Jesse Morgan’s grave.

I sighed. “Mom, let’s find another place and move Grandma’s grave too.”

Mom had clearly noticed the Morgan family plot and nodded, intending to find the cemetery administrator with me.

But as we turned around, Theo appeared behind us with Cassidy.

When Cassidy saw the urn in my arms, her expression changed dramatically.

“Delilah Winters, what are you doing? My brother is dead and you’re STILL not leaving him alone?”

Before I could respond, she lunged forward, trying to grab the urn from my hands.

“What sick joke are you playing on my brother now?”

To protect my father’s ashes, I forcefully shoved her away.

She released her grip in pain, stumbling backward.

Theo caugh

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behind. “Are you okay?”

ad, but her hand firmly clutched the spot on her chest where I’d pushed her.

kened to an ominous shade.

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He stepped forward and violently knocked the urn from my hands.

Despite my precautions, I was no match for his strength.

The urn was thrown into the air, its contents scattering all over me.

I looked down at the silvery white ashes covering me, seeing nothing but red.

“Theo, do you even KNOW whose ashes you just scattered?”

Theo bent down, his long fingers picking up the urn that had broken in two.

“Whose ashes? What does it matter to me?”

“I only know you’ve hurt someone you shouldn’t have.”

With that, he raised the broken urn and smashed it hard against my shoulder.

I stood rooted to the spot, my heart seemingly connected to my left shoulder-numbing, aching pain spreading through both.

“Delilah.”

My mother rushed forward but dared not touch my shoulder.

She cursed Theo through her tears, “You monster! What did our family ever do to deserve this? How could you treat my Delilah this way-treat my James this way?”

I wrapped my functioning right arm around her, softly consoling her.

“Mom, let it go.”

“It’s my fault for being blind, for believing words I shouldn’t have, for loving someone I never should have loved.”

Hearing this, Theo’s eyebrow twitched, and he finally deigned to look at me properly.

But I couldn’t bear to look at him anymore, not even for a second.

I patted my mother’s back, released her, and slowly knelt down to gather the ashes.

Warm liquid trickled down my left arm from my shoulder-one drop, two drops… mixing with the silvery white ashes.

Theo just stood there, watching silently. He didn’t respond even when Cassidy called to him.

The sky gradually darkened. My mother and I finally managed to collect all the ash-mixed soil into my coat before the wind picked up.

As we were leaving, Theo stepped forward to block my path.

“Delilah Winters, whose ashes are these?”

“Tell me again. This time, I’ll believe whatever you say.”

hallow.

I flashed him a faint smile, my laughter soft and hollow.

“Theo, it doesn’t matter anymore. Like you said, it has nothing to do with you. From now on, it will NEVER have anything to do with you!”

I pushed past him, leading my mother away from the cemetery without looking back.

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We bought a new urn for Dad and asked the cemetery staff to retrieve Grandma’s remains as well.

When we returned home, a young man with perfect posture stood at our door.

I knew immediately-the person sent to help us had arrived!

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