After learning the truth, I made them pay with blood!

That day, I was called back home by a phone call from Felix.

He said that my father, because of irregularities in operation, fell from a scaffolding more than six meters high, smashed right on the rebar and died on the spot.

I rushed back in a muddle. Just as I arrived at his ancestral home, I saw a body lying on the ground, with a piece of rag casually thrown on it.

My legs went weak and I fell onto my father, tears uncontrollably streaming down my face.

The shoes he was wearing were the ones I bought him ten years ago.

My mother passed away early, and he was frugal. If not for the fact that his shoes were so rotten that he could only wear them with a rope, he would never wear the shoes I bought out to work.

I couldn’t understand why my father, who had always been careful when working, fell from the scaffolding and became a corpse, when he was just video chatting with his granddaughter a moment ago.

My house was not far from Felix's house. We had known each other since childhood.

I set up a makeshift memorial hall at home for my father. With tears in my eyes, I changed his shoes and clothes. Before I could recover from the grief, the harsh laughter of Olive came from a distance.

"Jacob, everything we are thinking of will happen. Now your father's grave is settled."

Jacob was the son of Olive. His father passed away due to illness a year ago. The Richter family cemetery was already full, so they could only buy a neighboring grave from another family for burial.

Although Jacob had been working outside for many years, he was getting poorer and poorer every year, and his father had not yet been buried.

Therefore, they had selected my family's cemetery on the west side, and wanted to directly ask for the one belonging to my father. Although my father was generous, he was very resistant to this matter.

He refused Olive's request, using the reason that he wanted to be buried in the ancestral grave after he died.

I thought that after another two years, Olive would naturally give up on this idea. But I never expected that my father would suddenly pass away.

Before I could even think about Olive’s words, she had already come to me with her phone in hand.

She condescended to me, "Your father didn’t have a son, so he cannot be buried in the ancestral grave. It's a good idea to let Jacob’s father be buried there."

Without even waiting for my response, she was already discussing with her son about the style of the tombstone, as if everything had been settled.

My anger suddenly erupted. I stood up and grabbed her collar, shouting, "You crazy bitch! Where do you come from?"

Olive did not expect the usually weak me to react vehemently.

She was surprised, "Yvonne, you are from the Richter family. Why are you siding with others?"

My father just passed away and I didn’t want to argue with anyone in front of him. I just coldly said, "Since the land is allocated to our family by the village, my father can be buried here. As for you, you are clearly an outsider. Get out of my house! You are not welcome here!"

As I said that, I pushed her out and slammed the door shut with a loud 'bang'.

She was so angry that she stomped her feet outside the door, and my in-laws were too embarrassed to face me.

Both of them looked displeased and said, "Then where should your uncle be buried? Poor man. He has been dead for over a year and still can't rest in peace. You are causing trouble!"

I didn't show any weakness, "This has nothing to do with me. You don’t have to talk to me."

My in-laws also angrily stormed out and cursed me. I didn't bother to listen. I just treated it as if they were all talking nonsense.

I guessed it was that time that made them collectively come up with this bad idea.