My Fiancé Asked Me to Bury the Lover's Dog

I raised my head stubbornly and pointed at the dirt pit. "I paid someone to dig this grave for myself. What does it have to do with you?"

Alice threw a rock at my forehead. I felt warm blood dripping down my cheek.

"Because I'm your mother! Your life belongs to me, not to mention a grave! What's more, it's our family grave, and I don't want you to rest in peace here!" she shouted.

I pointed woodenly at the dog in the hole and said sarcastically, "What about it? You will bury a dog in the family grave?"

Winston immediately interrupted me with a slap. "Bullshit! That's your sister's savior, and you can't be compared to it at all!"

I spat out the three teeth that were knocked out of my mouth and sneered.

I couldn't be as good as Hazel when I was alive and wouldn't be even matter than a mad dog after death.

I couldn't hold back my anger any longer and yelled at them, "If you hate me so much, why did you give birth to me?"

Clark furiously shouted at me, "How dare you ask? If it weren't for you, would Mom have been so weak these years?"

Hearing this, Alice hugged the crying Hazel and glanced at me coldly, "If killing people wasn't against the law, you would have died long ago."

Oscar was silent for a long time before pointing at Toby with a question.

"You ordered a funeral service just to kill Hazel again? Or do you want to curse her?"

I turned to look at Oscar and asked him bitterly, "You think so too?"

He saw my diagnosis once.

He knew I was dying.

He also knew that I ordered the funeral service just to allow myself to die in dignity and not be miserable and helpless in the afterlife.

When I placed the order for that service, I had no idea Hazel was still alive!

But even though he knew the truth, he still reprimanded me, "Leah, you almost fooled me if Hazel didn't make it!"

"The fake blood must have cost a lot of money, right?" he said.

I laughed bitterly and started to cry.

No one even believed I was going to die!

They couldn't see my tears but only heard my laughter.

Winston couldn't contain his anger any longer and kicked me on the back.

"What are you laughing at?!"

I fell in front of the dog's corpse and vomited blood.

Hazel exclaimed, "Toby!"

She didn't mind wiping the blood off the dog's body with her own hands.

"What did my Toby do wrong? Why can't it rest in peace even after death?"

Hazel wept bitterly on its body, and my blood stained her hands and face.

It was as if she had suffered the harm.

But I was the only one who discerned this was not Toby at all.

Before I was about to express my suspicion, Winston said arbitrarily, "Leah! If you don't kowtow a hundred times to Toby today, I will personally send you to jail! I should have sent you there before you hurt your own sister."

Winston's words inspired me.

After a brief consideration, I actually found it was a good idea.

If I went to jail and died of illness, someone would collect my body.

It was better than dying without being buried.

I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth and nodded seriously to my father, "Okay, send me to jail!"

I happily turned on my phone and called 911.

However, Hazel didn't care about her favorite dog and pounced at me, grabbing my phone and smashing it on the ground.

She cursed me with disappointment and anger on her face,

"Leah, just come to me if I inadvertently offend you, but why did you insist on killing Toby? Now, you're threatening our parents. Do you know how distressful they will be if you're really imprisoned? They have taught us to correct our mistakes in time. Why did you forget all of their words?"

"Is this how you pay them back for painstakingly raising you up?" she said.