“I’ve told you many times there’s nothing between Emma and me. I just treat her like a sister. She’s an orphan with poor health, what’s wrong with me taking care of her? Why does your mom have to target her because of you? Can’t you two just accept her?”
Buddy was Emma’s dog.
Jacob’s voice was ice–cold, but his words made me feel a surge of emotions, anger choking me until I could barely breathe.
I had originally thought he came looking for my mom to apologize for his and Lucas’s behavior.
Or maybe he had learned about my mom’s death and came to express remorse.
But I never expected they were here to accuse my mom over Emma’s dog.
How ridiculous. My mom was dead because of them, and now they were slandering her.
They wouldn’t even let her rest in peace.
My eyes were filled with venom as i spoke, “Jacob Thompson, I don’t care about your dirty business with Emma, but don’t you dare smear my
moms name:
“See for yourself!” Jacob shoved his phone screen in my face.
It was a surveillance video.
In the video, a woman sneakily entered Emma’s house. After a while, she came out just as sneakily, carrying something in her arms.
3:09 PM
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The person in the video didn’t show their face clearly, but their build and outfit were very similar to my mom’s.
“The evidence is right here. What else can you say? Abigail, tell your mom to return Emma’s dog right now!”
I looked at the date on the surveillance footage and felt a surge of anger that made me want to laugh.
By that time, my mom was already dead!
Emma, with red–rimmed eyes, spoke up, “Abby, after your mom went to my place yesterday, Buddy disappeared, I know you and your mom don’t like me, but Buddy is innocent. Please, just give him back to me…
She cried pitifully, looking extremely wronged.
Lucas felt terrible for her and clumsily tried to wipe her tears, “Don’t cry, Emma. I beat up the bad guys for you!”
Then, he ran up and kicked me hard, “Bad mom, tell bad grandma to give Buddy back! Or II let dad beat you both to death!”
What a vicious threat, coming from my own s
son.
Jacob looked pained and exasperated, “Say something! You and your mom are setting a terrible example for our son! If you don’t change, youll lead Lucas astray!”
*My mom didn’t steal any dog. What do you want me to say?!”
I grabbed a broom nearby and tried to chase them out, “Take your son and your woman, and get out of my house!
The bodyguards rushed forward and pinned me down.
The th
three of them ransacked the room, searching through closets, boxes, and every corner they could find.
dy home was left in a mess.
My once clean and tidy
On the sofa was a half–knitted sweater my mom had been making for Lucas. They carelessly tossed it in the trash, “Who would wear such an old–fashioned thing anyway?
That sweater was knitted by my mom, stitch by stitch, with her own hands. And they just trampled on it like that!
I broke free from the bodyguards like a madwoman, rushed over, picked up the sweater, and screamed, “That’s my mom’s thing! How dare you
throw it away!”
The once–white sweater was now stained with dirt.
Emma looked lost, while Jacob shielded her behind him, his face indifferent, “It’s just a sweater, why make such a fuss? If it’s dirty, your mom can knit a new one. It’s not like it’s some precious treasure.”
Just as he finished speaking, a bodyguard came in and whispered something in his car.
After listening, Jacob looked at me, his face ashen. He waved his hand, signaling two bodyguards to grab me and head towards the door.
I struggled, “Where are you tak
are you taking me? Let me go! Jacob Thompson, you psychol
Jacob looked at me with eyes like Ice picks, “Since you won’t admit it unless you see the coffin, I’ll take you to see the evidence. Then let’s see If you can still act so righteous!”
Evidence? What evidence? My mom and I hadn’t done anything wrong, yet they kept throwing dirt on us.
Soon, they brought me to a burial mound.
Jacob looked at me i
e coldly, “Now that we’re here, are you still not going to confess?”
What was I supposed to confess? That was my mom’s gravel
3:10 PM
Surely Jacob hadn’t just realized my mom was dead and was angry I hadn’t told him, dragging me to my mom’s grave to confront me?
How absurd!
At this moment, Emma, her face pale, spoke up, “Jacob, what is this?”
Jacob looked at her, his expression complex and pained, as if he couldn’t bear to say it, “Buddy is buried here.”
1 immediately retorted, “Bullshit! This is my mom’s grove!”
The local custom was to wait three years after a person’s death before erecting a tombstone, so my mom’s new grave was just a mound of
earth.
Jacob sneered, “You’re still lying! Someone saw you sneaking here alone at night. You and your mom must have killed Buddy and buried him here secretly, afraid of being found out.
That was because my mom was buried here. I couldn’t sleep at night thinking of her, so I came to see her and talk to her.
But Jacob didn’t believe my explanation at all. He was convinced I was lying
“Since you won’t admit it, we’ll dig it up and see. Then you’ll have nothing to say!”
With that, he signaled the bodyguards to start digging.
My mind exploded. I rushed over like a madwoman to protect the grave, “Get away! Don’t touch my mom’s grave! I’m begging you, don’t touch
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