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Crushed by Debt, Forbidden to Die Chapter 8
It didn't rain on the day of my burial. There was no bleak rain or gloomy clouds like in the movies.On the contrary, the sun was out, and the weather was ridiculously good. The sunlight was almost blinding, and the sky was so blue and cloudless that it looked like a flawless crystal.I wasn't buried in some desolate back of the hill. Instead, Dad had used all of his connections to get me buried at the prettiest spot in the city's most expensive private cemetery.The burial wasn't bleak or desolate. However, a long row of black Rolls-Royces and Bentleys blocked every inch of the way up the hill.Countless well-dressed political figures, business elites, and media reporters wielding their cameras surrounded my tombstone. It literally made my burial look as grand as an actual luxury product launch.Mom wore a custom-made black dress for mourning and a pair of large sunglasses to conceal her swollen red eyes. Dad stood upright, but his hair seemed to have gone gray almost instantan
Crushed by Debt, Forbidden to Die Chapter 7
They were made from an old sweater that I no longer wore. I had painstakingly sewn each layer together, and the stitches were crooked and uneven, making the fabric look ugly and bulky like two old rags.Dad was shocked.He slowly unfolded the bundle of fabric and realized that it was a pair of knee pads. I had stuffed them with layers and layers of cotton, and the pads felt soft and slightly prickly to the skin.A sweat-soaked note slipped out from inside the knee pads. My handwriting on it was small and neat."Dad, I made these knee pads for you with an old sweater. I've also added three layers of cotton inside."You told me last time that the coarse asphalt rubbed your knees raw the last time the creditors forced you to kneel on the road for hours. I can't pay off your debt completely, but this is the only thing that I can do for you."The next time they force you to your knees again, you can secretly wear these under your pants so the contact with the road won't hurt so much.
Crushed by Debt, Forbidden to Die Chapter 6
It was completely dark by the time Mom and Dad came back out of the police station after giving their statements.They were out on bail for now, thanks to their powerful team of lawyers, but nobody wanted to go home. That bare, empty 3000-square-foot villa of lies was now nothing more than a nightmare with its jaws gaping open.They brought my body to the city's most upscale funeral parlor. I went there along with them.This was the VIP funeral hall that was luxuriously decorated like a palace. The air conditioners were turned on full blast, and the air was filled with the expensive scent of lilies and chrysanthemums, masking the smell of decay.My body lay in the casket that was supposedly carved from a single piece of crystal.The tattered old coat I'd been wearing had been removed and replaced with a white haute couture gown adorned with crystals and rhinestones. The dress cost six figures, and Mom had had it directly delivered to me straight from the boutique.Mom then brough
Crushed by Debt, Forbidden to Die Chapter 5
"I think you would want her body to be intact, right?" Dr. Gordon asked.His words were like a sledgehammer against Dad's chest, completely shattering his fantasy of trying to rewrite my fate with money.Dad's arms fell limply to his side, the checks fluttering into the mud and getting crushed deep into the sludge by someone's foot.As it turned out, there were things that money couldn't buy after all, even if he owned an entire financial empire. For instance, there was no way to undo regret or get my life back.Soon, the sounds of police sirens filled the air. Several police officers then approached the scene, taking in the bizarre sight. There was a man in tattered clothing trying to slip checks into a private hospital's paramedic's clothes, a horribly frozen corpse in a curled-up position, and my ledger notes scattered on the ground—notes in which I asked Mom and Dad to sell my organs for money.The officers quickly secured the scene and began checking everybody's identificat
Crushed by Debt, Forbidden to Die Chapter 4
The air was deathly silent.Dad shakily reached out and touched my neck, but there was no warmth and no pulse there. He suddenly recoiled like he was electrocuted, jerking his hand back and collapsing onto the muddy ground.Mom picked up the red down jacket and rushed over, falling to her knees as she grabbed my arm, trying to pull me back up."Carol! Carolyn Swanson! Get up! Don't sleep on the ground anymore. It's too cold!"See this new coat? I bought it for you! Put it on!"She tried to stuff my arms into the coat, forcefully bending my elbows.There was a sudden loud crack that sounded like a dead tree branch being broken off, and Mom immediately froze, staring at my arm that had now been horribly twisted into a bizarre angle.She screamed."Carol! My daughter, my poor, poor daughter!"She pulled the red coat around my body like she'd gone mad. "Carol, don't scare me! Carolyn Swanson, stop scaring us! We won't test you anymore! We're rich! We never had a debt! The 5,000,00
Crushed by Debt, Forbidden to Die Chapter 3
The snowstorm finally stopped on Christmas morning. Sunlight fell on the roof of the villa, making everything appear blinding white.Jasmine brought out a steaming hot breakfast of warm soup and caviar on toast, setting it on the dining table.Mom barely ate half her toast when she set it down and said, "That should be enough, Greg. It's Christmas today. Let's not push Carol too hard."Dad finished the last of his soup and nodded. "We ignored her all night. It's now time."After a short pause like he was weighing his options, he said, "We'll give her a way out."Then, they began putting on their "disguise" again. Mom changed into a worn-out jacket and deliberately left her hair unbrushed to look more haggard. Meanwhile, Dad changed into a work jacket with worn-out cuffs and mud-caked canvas shoes.They stood in front of the mirror in the entryway for a few seconds, repeatedly practising their frowning and sighing."Let's go.""Let's go see that brat."The heater in the villa
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