After Killing Her Mother, She Regretted it Deeply

I drove away from the cemetery, but before I reached downtown, I received a call from the cemetery administrator.

Someone had gotten his eye on my mother's grave and wanted to move my mother's ashes away.

I was so angry that I felt the blood in me was boiling.

I slammed on the accelerator and sped back to the cemetery.

When I arrived, Matthew had already placed the urn of his dog's ashes in the grave while my mother's had been thrown aside!

"What are you doing?"

I roared furiously, rushed forward, and pushed Matthew to the ground.

Matthew grimaced in pain.

When he saw me trying to stop him, he immediately spat, "Yannick Chambers, are you insane? We are digging this grave, but what does it have to do with you?"

"What does it have to do with me? This is my mother's grave!"

I lost control of my emotions.

Thud!

I punched Matthew in the face.

I exerted a lot of strength.

Matthew staggered several steps back after being thumped by me.

Overwhelmed by fury and blinded by hatred, I grabbed Matthew's collar.

Punch after punch slammed against him hard.

"You're crazy! Yannick Chambers, how dare you beat him!"

As a C-lister, though Matthew looked muscular, he was weak compared to me, who had been slaving for Jane at carrying her heavy equipment and baggage.

Matthew was soon on the verge of unconsciousness under my beating.

Jane had already called the bodyguards to hold me down.

"Ah! Yannick Chambers, you lunatic!"

Jane held Matthew tight with deep sadness as if her father had died.

"Jane Hardy, you'd better put my mother's urn back, or I swear I'll kill you two!"

"Your mother..."

Jane was dumbfounded by my words, at a loss for what to do.

Matthew spat out blood and brought Jane back to her senses.

"Jenny, don't believe him. How many times has he deceived you into seeing him with the excuse that his mother was sick?"

I was burning with rage.

Over the past year, my mother had been so critically ill that the hospital had given me a pile of critical illness notices, but she had been struggling to hold on for the sake of me.

Until her death, she was still waiting for Jane, the future daughter-in-law she considered, to come.

Hearing what Matthew said, the shock in Jane's eyes instantly turned into anger.

"Yannick Chambers, I can't believe you even lied through your teeth that your mother was dead. You bastard!

"She had a rosy good complexion the last time I saw her. How could she possibly die so suddenly!"

I was rendered speechless.

My heart overflowed with grief and rage. I wanted to say something, but the overwhelming bitterness blocked my throat, making me unable to utter a single sound.

It had been ten months since Jane went to see my mother last time.

My mother's good complexion Jane mentioned was because my mother had asked the nurse to put makeup on her for fear that Jane would dislike her ashen face.

My mother had never worn makeup in her life and was not used to it, but she was reluctant to see Jane be frightened by her sickly look.

"I look good with makeup on, don't I?"

My mother asked me with a smile, looking at herself in the mirror.

I tried my best to hold back the tears and nodded. Then, I took Jane to see my mother, but she only stayed for five minutes before she left on the pretext of work.

That night, when my mother was in critical condition, she said she wanted to see Jane one last time.

I called Jane countless times until my phone was about to go out of service. When I finally got through, she said she was too busy and didn't want to be photographed by paparazzi.

My mother died in my arms with regret. At her last gasp, she still told me to stick together with Jane, holding my hand.

But how could I still get along with Jane after all this?

She was so heartless that she even dug up my mother's ashes!

Seeing that I didn't say anything, Jane thought she had exposed my "conspiracy".

She said smugly, "Yannick, as long as you apologize to Matthew, I can get married to you as scheduled next month. We can get the marriage license privately without making our marriage public. Do you understand?"

She gave me a taste of sweetness condescendingly after hurting me.

"Jane Hardy, my apology and marriage to you are only in your dreams!"

My rejection made Jane's tone turn even colder.

"You're just too jealous of Matthew when you see I care about him, aren't you?

"Look at how nasty you are now. You can't compare with Matt at all.

"I'll give you one last chance. Apologize to Matthew immediately!"

Jane threatened me in a patronizing tone.

Matthew stared at me intently with a triumphant cold smile on his face.

Looking at them, I felt my heart bleeding.

"Do you still refuse to apologize so obstinately?"

Jane questioned while looking at me coldly before she made a call again. "Shawn, cancel the consultation with the oncologist immediately. There is no need to ask him to perform surgery on Yannick Chambers' mother!"

Shawn's hesitant voice came from the other end of the line.

"Miss Hardy, I'm sorry... But Mr. Yannick Chambers' mother passed away a few days ago, on the night your speeding was captured on film by the paparazzi.

"In addition, the grave you just asked me to inquire about was bought by Mr. Yannick Chambers. His mother is buried there."