Chapter 3

As soon as Megan came out, she heard this and immediately panicked.

She snatched my phone away and scolded, "According to our hometown customs, Isabella's body needs to be buried."

"Besides, even though Isabella is your wife, the fact is you failed to protect her. You don't have the right to make decisions about her funeral arrangements."

She suddenly became assertive, calling to arrange a hearse, willing to pay thousands more in transport fees rather than let Isabella be taken by the crematorium.

"Sis, what era are we living in? Our hometown is so far from here, the body will start to decompose before we get there."

Knowing I was in the wrong, I lowered my head and tried to negotiate with Megan.

But she ignored me completely, sitting alone in the living room informing relatives back home about the death.

Taking advantage of this moment, I quietly opened the surveillance feed and saw a horrifying scene.

Isabella had woken up in the room.

She dragged her weak body, trying to turn the doorknob, but due to excessive blood loss, she collapsed on the floor before she could reach it, unable to get up again.

Lying on the floor, barely clinging to life, she struggled to open her phone.

My heart was in my throat.

If she contacted Megan at this moment, wouldn't my entire plan be ruined?

Fortunately, it was just a false alarm. Isabella operated her phone for a few moments before passing out from exhaustion.

By now, I was already sweating profusely with anxiety.

After some hesitation, I decided to make the first move.

"Sis, I hear something from the room. Could it be that Isabella isn't dead?"

I rushed into the room in one swift move, quickly pocketing Isabella's phone.

Megan hurriedly hung up the phone and followed closely behind.

Looking flustered, she forcefully pushed me aside from behind.

"Sis, why is Isabella lying on the floor? Could it be that she's not dead and was trying to call for help?"

I excitedly grabbed Megan, looking at her with hopeful eyes.

Megan was stunned by this bizarre scene. After a moment of bewilderment, her eyes darted around as she casually said, "What nonsense are you talking about? I put her on the floor earlier to make it easier to change her clothes."

"Oh, my poor sister!"

Perhaps realizing that she hadn't managed her expression well, Megan immediately put on a grief-stricken face and threw herself onto Isabella's body, crying her eyes out.

It wasn't until the hearse arrived that she got up from Isabella's body.

The hearse drove to a construction section ahead, where the road was blocked and they couldn't proceed.

We asked the construction team and were told the road would be closed for two days.

"Sis, let's cremate her after all. This is the only road to the highway. If we wait for two days, the body will start to decompose."

I smiled gratefully at the foreman, my old classmate.

Turning back to the car, I discussed with Megan.

Hearing that the body might decompose, the driver quickly refunded our money and kicked us out of the car.

Megan looked uncomfortable but insisted on carrying Isabella over the construction site herself.

The crucial point was that she wouldn't let me help, insisting on doing it alone.

My old classmate had piled up the road section into a small mountain of steel pipes in advance.

Megan, being a woman, didn't have enough strength and fell several times, causing Isabella on her back to fall off.

The back of Isabella's head hit the steel pipes hard, bleeding profusely.

"Miss, can a corpse still bleed?"

A worker raised doubts, his eyes full of suspicion as he looked at Megan.

But Megan was now drenched in sweat, afraid they would discover Isabella was faking.

She recklessly dragged Isabella across, stumbling and falling all the way.

The sound of the back of her head hitting the steel bars made my heart tremble.

"Sis, Isabella can still bleed so much. Could it be that she's not dead?"

"Shouldn't we take her to the hospital for emergency treatment?"

I deliberately shouted loudly in front of the workers.

This irritated the already anxious Megan, causing her to lose her patience.

She turned back and yelled at me, "I said she's dead, so she's dead! Can't you understand?"

The atmosphere became extremely tense.

I stopped talking.

When we reached the burial pit, Isabella's face had turned unusually pale.

I knew her time was running out.

Megan also noticed her abnormal complexion and started to feel uneasy.

But because I was present, she still insisted on having relatives bury Isabella.

However, an unexpected event occurred at this moment.

Several luxury cars suddenly stopped around the burial pit, and someone I never expected stepped out.

"Stop!"