Chapter 3

Derek entered the memorial hall.

He didn't immediately open the coffin. Instead, he stood beside it, mocking with hatred.

"Gabriel, in court that year, I got down on my knees begging you to let the judge give me a lighter sentence."

"But you insisted the judge give me the maximum penalty, making me waste so many years of my youth!"

"Now that I've gotten you killed, it's exactly what you deserve!"

He threw his head back laughing, his expression sinister and mocking.

"Since I pity you, I'll tell you something."

"That one time Rachel let you touch her in these three years—I ordered her to do it."

"You were so lucky—you got her pregnant with a baby boy right away."

"But guess why the baby ended up miscarried?"

"Of course it's because when I was out on parole, Rachel aborted it just to make me happy!"

Hiding in the shadows, I bit down hard on my teeth, my eyes filled with vicious bloodshot veins.

So this was the truth about the miscarriage!

How hateful that I always thought it was because I didn't take good care of her, and I'd felt guilty for years!

But even a tiger doesn't eat its cubs!

Why were you so vicious?!

"Too bad you'll never hear this truth. You're about to die!"

Derek lifted the coffin lid with a mocking sneer.

But the coffin was empty!

His pupils contracted sharply, his expression instantly tense.

"Where... where is he?"

The surroundings were deathly quiet, terrifyingly silent.

He unconsciously swallowed, then suddenly turned around.

And came face to face with my violent, bloodshot eyes.

He stumbled back a step in fear, terror filling his eyes.

"Gabriel... why... why aren't you in the coffin?"

The rage I'd been holding back for so long exploded like a volcano in my chest!

I grabbed his hair and brutally slammed his nose against the coffin!

A crisp sound of breaking bone rang out.

Blood gushed from Derek's face.

I didn't give him a chance to speak.

As he stared at me in shock—