After My Husband’s Childhood Sweetheart Ran Over My Mom, I Went on a Rampage

That night, I was tied up and thrown on the guest room floor. No one cared about me all night.

Just before dawn, my phone buzzed. It was a message from Drake: [Uncle was taken from the hospital last night by a nurse paid off by Jocelyn and his life is now in danger.]

My mind went blank. Ignoring the pain, I broke free from the ropes and ran out of the villa. At the street corner, a car sent by Drake waited, driven by his assistant.

“What happened? Where is my dad?”

“We just found out. He’s in the old warehouse in Akso. Our team is on the way.”

The warehouse? How dare Jocelyn! Before the car stopped, I ran out. The warehouse door was slightly open and inside it was dark and damp.

My dad lay on the concrete floor, his face pale. We hurriedly lifted him into the car and raced to the hospital. But at the last intersection, the road was blocked.

“Mr. Wagner is racing Miss Simon. The street is closed; no one can pass.”

Jocelyn… was racing? My heart skipped a beat. Shaking, I grabbed my phone and called Carl.

After more than a dozen tries, all my calls were cut off. Meanwhile, the roar of sports car engines echoed from the other end of the road.

Seeing my father getting worse, tears fell from my eyes. “Please, let me through! My father is dying!”

The bodyguard shook his head. “No, this is Mr. Wagner’s direct order.”

Just then, my father moved in my arms. He tried to lift his eyes and weakly said, “Camelia, I might not make it…” Before he finished, he slumped, his hand falling to his side.

“Dad!” I clutched his still-warm body, feeling a metallic taste in my mouth as I coughed up blood.

It wasn’t until dawn that I came out of my grief. In a daze, I handled my father’s death certificate and cremated him.

When I got back to the villa, Carl sat in the living room, his face pale. He looked at the urn in my arms, frowning. “Where did you go? Why bring such bad luck into the house?”

Seeing me stay silent, he held back his anger and said, “People misunderstand Jocelyn because of your past words. You must go to the banquet tonight and admit that, due to your mental instability, you framed her.”

I looked down at the urn, digging my nails into my palms to hold back my grief. “Okay, whatever you say,” I said.

Hearing this, Carl’s face softened and his voice became gentler. “Good girl. After the banquet, I’ll get the best doctor for Dad and then we’ll visit him at the hospital together.”

Visit him together? What a cruel joke. Not wanting to argue, I turned and went upstairs, holding the urn.

As soon as I entered the room, I copied the surveillance footage Drake sent, showing Jocelyn bribing the nurse to take my father and videos of them abusing me, onto a USB drive.

After that, I called Drake again. “Buy all the advertising screens across from the hotel where the banquet is held. At the peak of the event, play the evidence of Jocelyn’s crimes on a loop. Also, hire the best funeral band to play funeral music at the banquet.”

After hanging up, I hugged my father’s urn, looked at the home I’d lived in for ten years one last time and left without turning back.

Carl, I will give you the clarification you want on time.