Five Years After My Death, Family Takes Me to Trial

Five years after my death, Scarlett Kingston was in a car accident.

Nathaniel Blackwood and his parents came to the mountains and asked me to donate blood.

The gravekeeper pointed at the grave and sighed: "Ms. Kingston is dead."

Nathaniel sneered when he heard this.

"Is it Isabella Kingston who made you lie again? Don't you just want to give Jimmy to Scarlett?"

"It's been five years, isn't it enough?"

"She didn't even think about it. If people knew that Jimmy's mother was a mistress, how would Jimmy face people?"

"Sure enough, Born Wicked. Selfish and vicious."

They dug up my grave and broke open my tomb.

In order to force me to show up, they even scattered my ashes.

But after waiting for three days and three nights, I still didn't show up.

In a fit of rage, they brought me to trial for being inherently vicious.

My mother accused me of being vicious and throwing hot soup on her.

My father told me that I had a chaotic private life and had a mental illness.

And my childhood sweetheart, Nathaniel, accused me of drugging him and causing his wife to have a miscarriage.

Three thousand charges were listed on the big screen, and everyone cursed.

The presiding judge brought down his hammer.

"It was detected that the defendant had no vital signs."

"However, we can extract her memories."

The next second, my weak face appeared on the big screen in the center of the courtroom.

"Today is the first day I was diagnosed with leukemia."

Five years after my death, some uninvited guests came to the mountains.

In front of the dilapidated wooden house, a group of people were standing in a large group.

My parents looked at the layers of spider webs on the eaves of the house, and couldn't help but flash a look of disgust in their eyes.

"I haven't seen her for a few years. How come she is like this?"

"It's so disgusting. It's a disgrace to our Kingston Family!"

Nathaniel also frowned deeply and couldn't help but take a step back.

"Go and call her out."

But the bodyguard knocked on the door for a long time, but no one came out.

He couldn't help but get angry and shouted loudly.

"Why don't you get out of here quickly? How can you be addicted to living in such a rotten place?"

"Go kick the door open!"

Someone roughly kicked the small door open, and a group of bodyguards filed in.

But after just a few seconds, he walked out puzzled.

"Isabella is not here..."

Nathaniel's eyes were slightly cold as he walked in.

The moment they saw what was inside, they couldn't help but frown.

The whole room was empty, with only a small iron bed leaning against the wall.

At this moment, there is a thick layer of dust, and there is nothing else.

He took out his cell phone irritably and dialed a number he hadn't called in a long time.

But the next second, a mechanical female voice came from the other end of the phone.

My parents’ faces turned pale.

"She must have hidden on purpose. She just didn't want to save Scarlett."

"Destroy this place for me, I wonder where she can hide."

Even though he was dead, his heart couldn't help but ache.

So, it was all for Scarlett?

But this time I couldn't save her because I was already dead.

Just as they were about to smash the house, an old man came out from next door.

"Don't look for her, she's dead."

Nathaniel sneered when he heard this.

"Is it Isabella who asked you to lie again? Don't you just want to adopt Jimmy to Scarlett?"

"It's been five years, isn't it enough?"

"She didn't even think about it. If people knew that Jimmy's mother was a mistress, how would Jimmy face people?"

"Sure enough, Born Wicked. Selfish and vicious."

He threw down a thick stack of money and said arrogantly.

"Take us to find her, and all this money is yours."

The old man frowned, but said nothing more. He turned and walked deeper into the mountains.