Chapter 3

Porter pulled me up with fake sympathy.

"Lester, the dead can't come back to life. We still have to look forward."

Anthony also handed me a document.

"This is Philip's will. You're his sole heir."

I wiped my eyes and straightened up.

They were playing dead, fine, but they'd even prepared a will?

Something fishy was going on!

I took the will and skimmed through it.

[The debts incurred during my lifetime shall also be repaid by Ms. Lester.]

I sneered and pointed at this line. "What does this mean?"

Anthony snorted coldly and muttered disdainfully.

He said since I was enjoying everything Philip left behind, naturally I should also bear Philip's debts.

So this is what they were waiting for!

The family emergency fund had been emptied. That bastard Philip must have been hiding other things from me.

I suppressed my anger for the moment and took out the card I'd brought.

"Philip applied for organ donation. I've already notified the donation center staff to come."

My in-laws and Kelly turned pale with fright.

Porter was so angry she wanted to hit me, but I cleverly dodged.

Anthony cursed me out, saying I wouldn't even leave his son's body intact and was vicious.

Kelly stammered for a long time, using the excuse that Philip's cancer cells had spread and metastasized, so his other organs probably weren't in good condition either.

I sighed.

"I already asked, and they said there's no problem, they can be used. Let's just respect Philip's wishes!"

"Aren't I Philip's sole heir? What's wrong with me making decisions on such small matters?"

These people's expressions were truly priceless.

Kelly suddenly turned to pour water for us.

I noticed that two cups were placed very close together. She handed those to my in-laws.

A single cup placed separately was given to me.

Just as I was about to take a sip, I noticed fine powder on the rim of the cup.

At that moment, people from the donation center arrived.

My in-laws made a scene and threatened suicide, while Kelly also urged against it.

Because direct family members strongly objected, even though the deceased had applied during his lifetime, the donation center wouldn't force it.

After driving them away, Anthony glared at me.

"Porter, hurry and call Paul. Why isn't the car here yet? We need to take Philip back to our hometown!"

Nice plan—trying to run away?

I feigned surprise. "You're going to bury Philip?"

"Driving back to the hometown takes 7-8 hours. We'd need to order a refrigerated coffin and use the funeral home's professional cold chain vehicle, right?"

My in-laws exchanged guilty glances and didn't dare respond.

I pretended to be compliant.

"We also need to notify all the relatives back home, have everyone come pay their respects to Philip and see him off one last time. Don't the hometown customs require a three-day wake?"

Under everyone's watchful eyes, I'd like to see how you maintain Philip's anesthesia.

If I could personally witness him being buried alive, that would be truly satisfying!

Anthony was sweating profusely with anxiety, speaking incoherently.

"We feel we don't need to follow the old ways... we just want Philip to return to his roots and rest in peace."

I almost laughed out loud.

You're talking to me about burial?

Kelly pulled Porter's hand and hinted with her eyes.

"Auntie, these days everyone advocates for simple funerals. How about cremation instead! Taking the ashes back for burial is the same. I'll contact the funeral home right away."

Hearing her say this, Porter knew there were other remedial measures and calmed down.

What scheme was this mistress plotting now?

When they weren't paying attention, I tampered with the water in several cups.

"Dad, Mom, have some water first!"

My in-laws didn't suspect anything and drank the cup of water Kelly had specially prepared for me.

I didn't know what was in it, but they both soon became dizzy, their eyes glazed.