Chapter 5

Ian's eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was trembling. "Tammy, are you trying to kill me?"

Seeing his broken state, Tammy paused for a moment, a hint of compassion in her eyes.

Anthony interrupted him furiously, "Ian, I didn't even hold you accountable for stabbing me with a knife. This is just copying ures. How is this killing you? Looks like you really have no remorse!"

A glint of cruelty flashed in his eyes. "If you don't copy them, fine. I heard that the most effective way to pacify evil spirits is to destroy their ashes. I'll have someone smash your mother's tombstone right now and throw her ashes into a ditch to feed the maggots!"

Ian did not expect him to be this insane. His heart throbbed painfully as he looked at Tammy. "My mom was so kind to you. How could you just let Anthony do whatever he wants? Don't you care that he's disturbing her peace even in death?"

Tammy sneered and scoffed. "Ian, it's you disturbing her peace even in death. Anthony just wanted an apology. You refused to submit because of your precious pride and dignity.

"Anthony's right. You just won't change. You almost killed him, yet you wouldn't even do a simple task like copying ures. I should've disciplined you sooner."

She made a phone call. "Go ahead. Smash his mother's tombstone."

On the other end of the video call, the bodyguards raised their sledgehammers and smashed them down hard onto the tombstone, causing it to shatter instantly.

Gloria's memorial portrait was destroyed, leaving only a pile of debris. They then raised their pickaxes to dig up her ashes...

"No! Don't touch my mom!"

Ian gripped her wrist tightly, his voice trembling uncontrollably. "I promise to kneel in the family chapel. I'll copy the ures! I just beg you to spare my mom..."

Gloria had died because of him, and her body was barely cold. If he could not even protect her ashes, how could he ever face her spirit?

Fighting through excruciating pain, Ian dragged himself toward the family chapel, leaving a long trail of blood from his injured leg as he stumbled and crawled along.

Seeing this, pity flashed across Tammy's face. She was about to reach out and help him when Anthony grabbed her wrist. His ears turned red as he leaned down and whispered something in her ear.

Tammy blushed deeply, casting Ian completely out of her mind. She then took Anthony's hand and turned to leave.

Ian's eyes burned with emotions.

In his past life, Tammy had 'spoiled' him so much, yet she always found excuses to refuse him, teasing him for being insatiable whenever they were intimate.

Only now did he realize that she was capable of blushing, just not for him. She could for the man she truly loved.

In the family chapel, he knelt on the freezing floor. Once, twice...

His fingers were torn and bleeding profusely. It took him two days and two nights of grueling effort to finish copying the ures.

However, he overheard whispers outside. "Poor Mr. Gibson. He was tricked into copying 99 copies of ures, only to have his mother's tombstone smashed anyway. I heard there's not even any ashes left..."

Ian's mind went blank.

Just then, Tammy walked in carrying a suit. She wrapped her arms around Ian's waist, her hot breath washing over his chest. "I designed this suit for you myself. Take a look. Do you like it?"

The black suit was exquisitely tailored and luxurious.

Still, Ian shoved her away, tore the suit to shreds, and slapped her across the face with his red eyes.

Tammy wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her expression turning cold. "I stayed up all night personally altering the fit of that suit. Why are you being a spoiled brat and throwing a tantrum now?"

Ian gripped the scissors tightly, his voice trembling. "You promised me! You said if I humbled myself and apologized, you'd spare my mom. Why did you still let them destroy her ashes?"

Suppressing her anger, Tammy clamped her hand around his wrist. "Your mom is already dead. Why are you so mad about it? Anthony smashed the grave, but he's agreed to forgive you. Is your brotherly bond less important than a handful of ashes?"

"Tammy, you b*tch!" Tears streamed down Ian's face. As he struggled, the scissors slipped and cut Tammy's chest.

Whoosh!

Blood instantly gushed from the wound, splattering across his face. He turned deathly pale, and his fingertips trembled slightly.

Tammy was absolutely enraged. Seemingly oblivious to any pain, she pinned him fiercely against the table in the family chapel and grabbed a tie to bind his wrists.

Ian's face burned with humiliation as he struggled desperately. "What are you doing? Let me go!"

Tammy gripped his chin and said coldly, "Ian, since you're too stubborn to know what's good for you, I'll teach you what a real marriage is supposed to look like!"

The scent of blood hung in the air, fueling Tammy's rough movements. She tore open Ian's trousers and thrust herself onto him...

Suddenly, a voice exclaimed in wild excitement, "Holy crap, girls! Hurry up and take a screenshot of this! This is amazing! We can use the pictures for later."

Ian felt the blood drain from his face, and a chill ran through his entire body.

Just then, Anthony's playful laughter came through the phone. "Sorry, Ian. Tammy and I were livestreaming with some fans, and we forgot to turn off the camera."