Chapter 2

Lily screamed and turned sideways to dodge. The sharp glass shard cut through her necklace and pierced her shoulder.

Simone raised the glass shard once more, but a much stronger force seized her wrist before she could move again.

Martin's face was grim. "Have you lost your mind? You want to kill someone over such a trivial matter?"

Pain shot through Simone's heart, and she abruptly shook Martin's hand away. “She stepped on our daughter’s memorial portrait and threw it into the toilet, and you think that's a trivial matter?"

Looking into her hateful eyes, Martin frowned and was about to speak, but Lily had already burst into tears and thrown herself into his arms.

"Martin, I didn't mean it. It was Simone who suddenly rushed over. I was startled, so my hand slipped.

“You know, I've been sick a lot recently. The psychic said Dorothy's lingering resentment was making me sick and causing your business to suffer. He even said it was the reason for the problems between you and Simone.

“He said the only way to break the curse was to put her memorial portrait somewhere filthy and scatter her ashes."

"Simone looks at these things every day. Seeing them reminds her of Dorothy, so she’s become depressed. I really can't bear to see her living in the past all the time.

“Martin, I did all this for your sake."

"You're crazy!" Simone was shaking with anger.

Martin held Lily and saw the wound on her shoulder, and his eyes filled with sympathy. "I'll take you to see a doctor."

Lily wiped her tears and shook her head. "I'm fine. A little mistreatment is nothing if it's for you. It just breaks my heart that Simone ruined the necklace you gave me for my birthday."

Unbothered to watch their charade, Simone pulled out her phone and dialed the police. "Someone has broken into my home and deliberately damaged the personal belongings of the deceased. The address is—"

Before she could finish, Martin snatched the phone from her hand and ended the call. "Do you really have to make a public spectacle of this? Whatever it is, Lily meant well. Not only are you ungrateful, but you've also hurt her. Apologize!"

Simone sneered. "Fine. Let her drop dead right now, and I'll apologize immediately."

"Don't forget, Simone. I still have Dorothy's ashes. You'd better give Lily an explanation for your behavior."

Simone's fingers tightened into a fierce grip.

Martin had fallen for Lily's lies.

Even if there were only a one-in-a-million chance, he would sacrifice Dorothy all over again for Lily's sake.

She tore the necklace from her own neck and flung it at Lily. "Here. Take this as compensation. Is that enough for you?"

Martin's pupils contracted sharply as he grabbed her by the shoulders. "Simone, you didn’t just give away our wedding ring, but even the keepsake I gave you as a symbol of our love? Are those things you think you can just give away?"

Simone retorted coldly, "You were the one who told me to give her an explanation. Well, I've paid the price. Now, give me back Dorothy's ashes."

"Okay!" Martin laughed bitterly. "You compensated her for the broken necklace, but how do we settle you stabbing Lily?"

Clenching her teeth, Simone glanced at the shards of glass on the floor. Without a moment's hesitation, she snatched one up and stabbed it deep into her own shoulder.

"There. Now we're even." She pulled the shard out and blood gushed forth instantly, staining her sleeve crimson.

"Give me back my daughter's ashes!"

As soon as she said that, clang! The urn containing her daughter's ashes was smashed to pieces at her feet.

Her son Jack Jenning's voice rang out. "Since she made Ms. McRae sick, the ashes should have been thrown away long ago!"