Chapter 3

After my body fell, my coworkers found me, and the boss called an ambulance immediately.

But I knew I was already gone.

I watched my husband's hair turn completely white overnight.

He held my photo every day, not cooking or going to work, no matter how my son abused him.

Meanwhile, my son was very busy. He first dragged my corpse, leaving it in front of the boss's shop for two days.

When the boss didn't give in, he hung a banner, banging drums every day.

I watched helplessly as my son walked away with the fifty thousand the boss scraped together.

He used the money to eat and drink with his wife and son.

No one remembered my body was still on the street.

In the end, a young man informed my husband to claim it.

After my husband arranged for my cremation, he banged his head on my tombstone and died.

When I woke up again, it was my son's sophomore year.

He had just secretly started dating, doubling his living expenses.

But at this point, we still had savings, and my husband and I hadn't retired.

We lived frugally but managed.

Still, I wasn't that heartless. I just wanted to ruin his credit so he couldn't get a mortgage.

After graduation, I wouldn't care about his life or death.

After graduation, I listed our house online.

But three months before he graduated, he brought Daphne home.

Daphne, with her slightly protruding belly, timidly looked at me.

"Hello, Auntie~"

Just then, my son came in with a big bag of baby supplies.

"Mom, Dad, this is Daphne, your daughter-in-law."

"Come on, call Mom. This is Dad. Don't worry, my parents are very kind."

Seeing she was about to speak, I interrupted, "Please don't. You're not married yet. People will say we're rude and bullying you."

"Dear, have a seat. I'll get you some fruit."

At the dining table, I noticed Daphne kept giving my son meaningful looks, occasionally dry heaving.

I pretended not to notice until my son couldn't hold it in.

"Mom, I came back to get married. Daphne is already carrying your grandchild."

I rolled my eyes. Last time, this grandchild didn't even call me Grandma before I died.

Every time he saw me, he treated me like trash, kicking or spitting.

I thought he was just a child, plus I was busy working. I thought it was because I wasn't like other grandmas who took their grandkids out to play, so I didn't care.

Thinking back now, this Daphne, who left such a good first impression, might not be as simple as I thought.

"You've always taught me to be responsible as a man. Please contact Daphne's parents and set a date."

Yes, I taught him to be good to his wife and kids, and he did that.

But I also taught him to be filial, yet he wouldn't even claim my body.

"When are you and Dad available? I'll talk to Daphne's parents."

"I'm available anytime. You two decide and let us know in advance."