After Killing Her Mother, She Regretted it Deeply

Following my mother's wishes, I handled her funeral and buried her in the same grave as my late father.

I had a long talk with my mother, sharing my inner thoughts.

In the past, to help Jane become famous, I seldom went home and didn't even know my mother was frequently hospitalized. I didn't realize my mother had been suffering from severe pain until the hospital called me and told me that she was dying.

What an undutiful son I was.

At the thought of this, I became more determined to let go of Jane.

Just as I was about to leave the cemetery, I unexpectedly ran into my fiancée Jane and Matthew, the handsome hunk in her dreams.

"Jenny, do you think Snowie will like it if we bury him here?"

Matthew asked Jane, holding an urn in his arms.

With a black mask covering her face, Jane's striking looks were still visible.

Hearing Matthew's words, she touched the urn and kept blaming herself.

"If I had arrived earlier that day, Snowie wouldn't have died."

Right. She would run red lights late at night for the sake of her dream man's dog, regardless of whether she would be captured on film by the paparazzi.

However, she was unwilling to come to the hospital to see my mother for the last time.

One could easily tell whom she loved.

I turned around and intended to find another way to leave.

But Jane had already seen me.

"Yannick Chambers, why are you here?"

She asked questioningly, knitting her brows unconsciously.

Jane suspected that I was stalking her, which was a habit she kept after she rose to fame.

She seemed to have turned into a different person after she became a popular star.

She had changed to a stranger to me, no longer lively and innocent, and would no longer smile at me.

She became so distant that there was impatience in her eyes when she talked to others.