Chapter 3

Rachel was frightened by my demeanor. After backing up several more steps, she pointed at me with her sharp nails.

"Jack, I can't believe how low you've sunk! You're still hung up on Derek and me, and now you're stooping to this level!"

"You think I'd believe Emily is dead just because you say so? You're just using our daughter to scare me. This is all you're capable of."

At this point, Derek got up from the ground and slowly walked to Rachel's side, putting his arm around her shoulders to comfort her softly.

"Rachel, don't get upset. How could Emily die? It was just a fever. Jack is just speaking out of anger."

After soothing Rachel, Derek frowned at me: "Jack, no matter how angry you are, you shouldn't curse your daughter like this. What kind of father are you?"

I laughed as if I'd heard a joke, laughing until tears came to my eyes.

How I wished I was making it up, how I wished my precious daughter was still alive.

This couple before me - the man without morals, the woman debased - they were the executioners who caused Emily's death.

Now they were turning the tables on me, criticizing me instead.

"How ridiculous. Rachel, did you know Emily's fever reached 104°F? Did you know she was convulsing and foaming at the mouth?"

I pointed at Derek and walked towards her step by step.

"For this man, you abandoned our daughter. Rachel, are you even human?"

I grabbed her, my hands gripping her arms tightly as I roared.

"It's all because of you! My daughter is dead! Give Emily back to me, give me back my daughter!"

Rachel screamed in terror, hiding behind Derek.

But her words were still venomous, still thinking I was tricking her.

"Jack, I may not have loved you all these years, but I gave you a child. You can't say you've lost out!"

"Now you're saying such cursed things, showing how utterly graceless you are!"

I no longer had the energy to argue with her. My only hope was to get divorced as soon as possible.

"Rachel, Emily really is dead. I can't forgive you. We must get divorced."

"I don't believe a word you're saying. Where is Emily now? I want to find her!"

I looked at her and pointed to the small crystal coffin inside.

Rachel's gaze followed where I was pointing, her eyes glazing over for a moment.

Because the body was covered with a white cloth, she couldn't see who was underneath.

"Jack!"

She screamed and rushed in front of me, raising her hand to slap me.

I easily dodged it. She stood there yelling inelegantly.

"Emily is your daughter after all. How can you curse her like this! You came prepared, even having a coffin ready. How long do you plan to keep tricking me!"

"Believe it or not, it's up to you."

I looked at her coldly: "It's still early. More people will be coming later. You'd better not make a scene. Let Emily pass on peacefully."

Rachel was about to say something else, but Derek pulled her aside.

The two of them whispered for a while, though I don't know what they said.

But the anger disappeared from Rachel's face, replaced by an air of nonchalance.

She pulled Derek to the rest area in the back. The two were inseparable, no longer trying to hide it in front of me.

If this had happened earlier, I definitely would have flown into a rage and beaten that bastard to a pulp.

But now I had sobered up, calmed down. My heart was dead, so I no longer cared.