My Funeral Falls on My Mother's Death Anniversary

As he finished speaking, George's cell phone rang.

"George, the birthday present I sent Eleanor was returned. Why did she refuse it? Is Eleanor with you?"

That was my aunt, Audrey Mitchell.

Audrey was the only one who cared about me after Sarah died.

Only Audrey would wish me a happy birthday every year on it.

But George immediately became impatient when he heard my name.

"Don't mention her in front of me. How could I possibly let her stay here?

"Maybe she felt ashamed to accept your gift. If it weren't for her, how could your sister have died? I can't believe you gave her a birthday present."

Audrey used to transfer money to me behind George's back all these years. If it weren't for her, I probably wouldn't have lived to be eighteen.

In fact, all the money Audrey transferred to me was deposited on my other bank card, and I never wanted to live on other people's charity.

In particular, Audrey got married later and had her own daughter.

I couldn't disturb her life anymore.

Hearing George's voice filled with anger, Audrey said hesitantly, "I gave it to her just once. After all, an eighteenth birthday is an important thing, and she'll be an adult and live on her own afterward, but I suddenly couldn't contact Eleanor. After all, Eleanor is my sister's own daughter."

She was interrupted by George directly and impatiently before she could finish her sentence.

"Come on, stop talking about her. I don't know where she's been fooling around, and it has nothing to do with me. The only daughter I have is Jennifer!"

Jennifer Mitchell was the name George gave her the day he adopted her.

She had the same last name as Sarah.

George said I didn't deserve to be Sarah's daughter.

He even tried to break off paternity with me several times. If Audrey hadn't stopped him, I would have been an orphan.

At this moment, Audrey sighed helplessly upon hearing this.

Audrey was reluctant and still tried to find out where I was, but she was ruthlessly stopped by George.

"Don't ask me about her, and I don't know any ungrateful person like her. It's amazing that she is so ashamed to have lived until she was eighteen years old!"

With that, George hung up indifferently and relit a cigarette for himself.

Samuel heard everything beside him and sighed, "It's been ten years since Sarah died. Eleanor was innocent, but she suffered enough when you left her outside for ten years."

As Samuel finished speaking, George's tired eyes were filled with tears.

"It's been ten years, but the way Sarah left unwillingly is still clear in my mind. There's no way I'm going to forget that until Eleanor dies in front of me. Otherwise, I'll always do nothing but hate her.

"If it weren't for her, there was no way I'd be separated from the woman I loved. Do you know how envious I felt when I walked down the street during Christmas and saw other people's families together?"

George's words made me feel heartbroken, and I also felt icy cold all over.

It had been ten years, and I cried my innocence in front of George at first.

Later, I confessed that I had killed Sarah and just asked him to look at me.

But I failed to awaken George's love for me.

I thought, "Dad, now that you've finally gotten what you wanted, and I won't even be in the world anymore.

The last trace of Mom in this world has disappeared."

The police officers in the office gradually dispersed to check for clues. George had just finished a cup of coffee when his cell phone rang again.

"Hello, this is Wendy Foster, Eleanor's class teacher. She hasn't been to school for two days, so is there something going on at home?"

Upon hearing that, George frowned again just as he relaxed.

"Didn't I tell you that? Don't ask me about her, and I'm not her father! Leave me alone and it won't even matter to me if she dies out there!"

George hissed grumpily after two days without a break.

Wendy was stunned by the curse, and all she could do was apologize and hang up the phone.

Samuel was looking through the case files when he heard George's rant and stopped what he was doing.

He looked up with tiredness in his eyes.

"Didn't Eleanor go to school for two days? She's not a naughty girl, so is she in trouble for something?"

George said indifferently, "I don't want to hear about her anymore. Samuel, will you stop talking about her? Every time I hear her name, Sarah's death comes back to me."

Samuel hesitated and didn't say another word.

There were sudden noisy voices of men outside.

"My daughter is missing. Will you help me look for her? She just applied to college, and I haven't heard from her for a whole day. My daughter is very sensible, and she never bothers me, so something must have happened to her!"

His voice echoed throughout the office, and George and Samuel looked at each other and immediately rushed out.

"Hello, when did your daughter go missing? Are there any distinguishing features on her?"

I gently floated over to them, watching the anxiety and concern fill the man's face.

The sorrow in my heart almost overwhelmed my sanity.

So this was what a father's love was like.

The man in front of us thought about it for a while and choked back a sob. "My daughter is about 5.3 feet, and she is pretty. She was outstanding and well-behaved at school, she never made me worry about anything, and she would always tell me wherever she had gone. Before she disappeared, she said she was going on a trip to relax with her classmates, but I couldn't get in touch with her anymore!"

His voice was getting lower and lower, and a middle-aged man was crying to the point of breaking down in front of us.

Samuel's eyes widened as he turned around to look at George.

I was also 5.3 feet tall, exactly the same as this man's daughter.

After a while, he hesitantly said, "We just found a girl's body."

Hearing this, the man opened his mouth wide in surprise, unable to make any sound.

His entire body instantly became powerless.

The policeman beside him helped the man to his feet, his face instantly pale.

"Can I see her?"

He was almost helped to the door of the morgue by two policemen, incapable of even standing up.

The moment he was ready to open the door, the man's cell phone rang.