Chapter 4

Thinking of my daughter who died miserably in that alley in my previous life, and River who was enraged to the point of coughing up blood.

And Olivia and Marcus Wilson's triumphant faces before my death.

A surge of rage rushed straight to my temples, my throat making cracking sounds.

When hatred reached its peak, my rationality became unprecedentedly calm.

Karen, George, and Olivia were hypocritical and ruthless, wanting my money while maintaining their good reputation.

Exposing them directly would be too easy. I wanted them to lose everything and be utterly disgraced!

Trembling, I forcibly suppressed the surging emotions and made a phone call.

I looked up at the coffin and suddenly asked softly:

"How exactly did my sister die? Which hospital? Do you have a death certificate?"

"What do you mean?" George immediately questioned, a flash of wariness in his eyes.

"Wasn't it because you were lazy and late, and your sister was driving you when she had the car accident?"

"Before she died, your sister threw herself over you to protect you! She was protecting you until her last breath!"

"Is that so?" I looked at them.

"But I suddenly fell into a deep sleep that day. When I woke up, I just saw you all crying. I didn't even see her one last time. Isn't that strange?"

The relatives in the room froze, only now realizing.

"Right, I didn't see her either."

"They brought her back from the hospital and put her straight into the coffin."

"Wasn't it a bit too rushed?"

Marcus Wilson's eyes flashed with malice as he stared at me intently.

George raised his voice. "That's because your sister's body was completely shattered. I was afraid of scaring everyone!"

"She's right there in the coffin—how could this be fake?!"

The relatives agreed one after another.

"True, who would joke about a dead person?"

"I helped close the coffin lid. There was definitely someone inside."

I laughed coldly.

I remember reading that if you don't place a token in the deceased's hand, their spirit can't cross over！

"So now—I'm going to put something in Olivia's mouth!"

With that, I immediately turned around and reached to open the coffin!

"Don't!" Karen screamed, her eyes nearly splitting.

George grabbed me just in time and swung his hand, slapping me hard across the face.

"Don't you dare open it!"

The corner of my mouth stung with pain.

The relatives were also shocked by George's outburst.

George immediately found an excuse. "Don't delay your sister's burial!"

The next instant, several thugs pushed and shoved, forcing River, who had just left, back into the mourning hall.

In his arms, Emily was wearing a princess dress and crying hysterically.

"Don't touch me! Mommy—Mommy save me!"

"What are you doing! Let go of Emily!"

River held the child tightly, refusing to let go.

But Marcus Wilson waved his hand, and his subordinates gripped his shoulders hard, pressing him down so he couldn't move.

They forcibly snatched Emily away and gripped her neck tightly.

"Let go of my daughter! What are you going to do to her—again!"

River's eyes were nearly splitting, his gums almost bleeding from biting down.

Again?

What "again"?

My brain felt like it was exploding. Trembling, I met River's bloodshot eyes.

That complex, furious expression was exactly the same as in my previous life!

He had also come back!

After our daughter's tragic death, just like me, he was reborn to this moment!

So just now, his first reaction was to leave to protect Emily, but he was still blocked.

"So what? Sign the contract!"

Marcus Wilson swaggered forward and threw a debt contract directly at me.

"If you owe money and don't pay, I'm justified in doing anything!"

"Jenna White! Are you really not going to care about your own daughter? Sign it now!" George shouted at me with reddened eyes.

Karen clutched her chest and rushed forward crying, pounding on a thug's chest, only to be flung aside.

She sprawled on the ground, slapping the floor and wailing.

"My poor Emily, Grandma is useless, Grandma can't save you!!"

Then she desperately pulled at my pant leg. "That's your biological daughter! What are you hesitating for? If anything happens to Emily, I'll never forgive you!"

Several relatives nearby also cried and urged, "Jenna! Stop worrying about the money!"

"If something happens to the child, you'll regret it forever!"

"This is a matter of life and death! Those loan sharks will do anything!"

I looked at that familiar debt notice, my pupils contracting sharply, my jaw chattering.

Marcus Wilson grinned wickedly.

He pulled out a knife from his chest and turned to press it directly against Emily.

"Mommy—!"

The blade pressed inward, and a line of blood instantly appeared.

Images of Emily's death in my previous life flashed uncontrollably through my mind.

"Are you signing or not!" Marcus Wilson pushed the knife in another fraction.

"Jenna White!" Karen's voice cracked!

George rushed over and slammed me to my knees with a bang.

He snatched the debt notice and forced my fingers down onto it.

"I'm fucking telling you to sign—sign it!"

Just then, River suddenly erupted.

His wrist dislocated as he escaped from between the two thugs and snatched Emily into his arms.

"You fucking dare to snatch—" Marcus Wilson's expression changed dramatically as he raised the knife.

"Bang"—the living room door was kicked open.

Several police officers surveyed the scene, their voices cold and stern.

"Hands up! Everyone freeze!"

The entire room fell into instant silence.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, I rushed to the door and grabbed the quick-dry cement I had prepared earlier.

"What are you doing!" George's eyes nearly popped out.

I desperately poured all the cement onto the coffin with a splash, laughing through tears, shouting at the top of my lungs.

"I'm giving my sister her final send-off! Seal the coffin for burial!"