His Family was Doomed The Day He Killed Our Son

"Gosh, you are like a little succubus! How come you have so many tricks? Every time I cannot stop myself, only you can only think of this kind of method. Fine, I will listen to you. Do you want to sleep in Joanne's bed for once?"

My son's half-scattered spirit was still guarding the bed. At such a young age, he could not understand what his father was doing and without a real body, his spirit could not see or feel clearly. My heart broke completely and tears quickly filled my eyes.

Just when I was about to lead my son's spirit away, Charles found me.

As if he wanted to take revenge on me, he hugged Anette even tighter.

"You still know how to come back?" he coldly asked.

"I thought you were too busy preparing the funeral and refused to leave the hospital morgue."

"You only think about dead people all day long. Just looking at you is unlucky! If you like preparing funerals so much, why did you not just marry a corpse? Wouldn’t it be great for you to embalm corpses like crazy every day?"

"Since you are the young Mrs. Orville, you should behave like one. Stop acting crazy like this! If you had not been embalming corpses all year round, your son would not have needed a blood transfusion and Annette would not have been cursed either!"

"Letting you stay in the Orville Family is already the biggest kindness I've ever given to you, so don’t you ever push your luck!"

When Charles said that, Annette's eyes were full of pride as if she wanted to provoke me, which almost made me lose my mind from hatred.

I knew very well that the so-called blood transfusion was just a trap she had planned against me. From the bottom of my heart, I wanted so much to tear her face apart. In fact, I even wanted to kill the baby growing inside her and let it be buried with my Alex.

But the words Alex said before his death kept ringing in my ears, over and over again.

"Mum, do not blame Aunt Annette. Dad will get mad at us … "

"Mum, is my blood really dirty? Why does Dad never hug me?"

"Mum, I am so tired ... and I feel so cold ... Mum, Grandma said you are a royal embalmer. Can I follow you after I die? I am really useless… Mum, do not fight with Dad. I will always be Mum's child in the next life."

The endless hatred in my heart was forced back by the memories of Alex's voice. I turned away from the two people lying on the bed and waved at my son's spirit as I was preparing to take him away. But just as I got closer to the bed, Charles suddenly reached out and pulled me over.

Without further ado, I was thrown under him roughly. He grabbed my chin with one hand while the other hand reached up under my clothes. I could only lie there without moving. My face turned emotionless like a lifeless body, refusing to respond no matter what he did.

Charles' pride was hurt by my coldness as his face darkened immediately. He then leaned down and bit the corner of my mouth cruelly. Clearly, he was mocking me.

"Why are you pretending to be like a pure virgin now? Are you not jealous that Annette and I are together?" he shouted.

"You purposely left the child for my mother to take care of, just so you could sneak into my bed, right?"

"I will satisfy your wish then! Besides, this is just perfect. I have not tried playing with three people together yet. Let Annette watch and see the body of a royal embalmer. Hurry up! Take off your clothes!"

"Right here, on your son's bed! Let him feel with his own spirit how shameless his own mother is! A woman who only cares about climbing into a man's bed, even after her child died!"

Facing Charles' crazy shouting, I closed my eyes in despair. Tears rolled silently down from the corners of my eyes and soaked the pillow under me. This was unforgivable!

"Charles," I whispered, my voice trembling.

After that, I continued to speak, "My son is dead. I did not throw him to anyone."

He stopped pulling at my clothes, then laughed coldly, full of disbelief.

"Joanne, do you think I am a fool? If your son really died, would you still be so calm right now?"

"I was just spending Alex's anniversary with Annette. You really have the heart to joke about Alex with me? I really underestimated you. A cruel woman like you does not deserve to be Alex's mother!"

Charles stared hard at my face, trying to find any sign of lying. Yet, there was nothing left on my face except complete dead silence. Nevertheless, it didn’t cause him to stop.

"You really are a royal embalmer," he said through gritted teeth.

"Living with corpses all year round has made you colder than any normal person! My mother might be tricked by you, but I will never believe a single word you say. Joanne, you'd better give up your stupid idea soon!"