My Bestie Eloped with My Boyfriend

Alice's mother rushed over, pushing me aside and standing by her daughter's bed.

Without even looking at Alice, she glared at me with her hands on her hips.

"Who dares to harm my daughter? Alice trusted you the most, and yet you plotted to burn her alive? How could you be so vicious?

"If any of those people dare to touch my daughter again, you and I will have a serious problem."

She still found time to worry about her daughter's innocence.

I couldn't help but furrow my brows.

"Mrs. Archer, Alice always lived off me, stayed with me, and this doesn't count as being her best friend? Besides, she's already dead. How could I want to burn her?" I scoffed.

Only then did she realize her mistake in speaking and shook her head, pushing the funeral home staff away.

"My daughter will be buried, not cremated. Just go."

The funeral home staff grumbled and drove away.

Only then did Sanford breathe a sigh of relief and neatly cover Alice with the sheet.

Alice's mother also sighed with relief and began complaining to me again.

"It's all your fault. If it weren't for you, Alice wouldn't have died. If only she had listened to me and come home earlier to get married, none of this would have happened. It's all because you encouraged her to be independent."

I was indeed wrong to inspire an ingrate.

My life had just begun, and I had worked hard to buy a house for myself.

But she had insisted on moving in with me.

Yet her mother blamed me for corrupting her.

I pretended to cry with a grievance, apologizing, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Archer. I just wanted Alice to rest in peace sooner."

She was sweating profusely, gasping and cursing, "Rest in peace, my foot."

I snatched the handkerchief from Sanford's hand and handed it to her to wipe her sweat.

She used it and then collapsed into the chair.

Sanford's sweat crawled across his forehead as he looked at me.

"Mrs. Archer seems to be overwhelmed with grief," he stuttered

Seeing that I wasn't suspicious, Sanford sat down to catch his breath, feeling like he had exhausted all his intelligence in this lifetime.

I helped Sanford up from the ground.

"Mrs. Archer has collapsed. You should hurry and call the doctor."

He dared not move, urging me, "Or should I watch Mrs. Archer while you go call the doctor?"

Seeing my hesitation, he reluctantly went to find someone else to help.

While he was away, I dialed the cemetery's phone number.

This cemetery had a good location and had someone who could handle the burial.

It was on his family's land.

Sanford pretended to go out for a stroll, returning to ask me anxiously after seeing me hang up the phone.

"Who did you call?"

I calmly replied, "I've thought about it. We should respect Mrs. Archer's wishes. I've found a burial plot for Alice. Everything concerning the coffin and the burial plot won't cost you a cent. After all, we were best friends."

Sanford panicked and paced around, occasionally glancing at the unconscious Alice and her mother.

"Alice was your best friend. Is it necessary to rush her burial like this?"

I looked at him disapprovingly.

"Sanford, you're weird. Alice has been dead for so long. Every time I try to arrange her affairs, you hinder me. Alice once said her family was poor and she wanted to stay in this big city. I'm just fulfilling her wishes."

As time passed, he became as restless as a cat on hot bricks.

He attempted to up Alice's mother.

Suddenly, he noticed something and pointed to Alice's bedside, where her pale hand hung down.

"Look, Alice seemed to move."

I screamed in cooperation, "Sanford, are you crazy? How can a dead person move? This is your clinic. If someone who has been issued a death certificate comes back to life, you and your friends who issued the certificate could be sued by her family."

Sanford opened his mouth wide, unable to come up with a rebuttal for a long time.

The people from the cemetery arrived. Without anyone hindering them, they carried Alice into the car and drove away.

We headed straight for the suburbs.