She Thought Death Could Erase Her Debt — Wrong!

"Victor Young, how can you be so shameless! How could I not have realized you were this kind of person before? You're obsessed with money!"

"I've been with you for five years, and you've slept with me for five years! A night of love is a hundred nights of love, and this is how you treat your former lover?"

"Just because I dumped you, you're deliberately seeking revenge on me by preventing me from having a good rebirth?"

Listening to Emily Shaw's accusations, I sneered.

"Yes, I'm seeking revenge by preventing you from having a good rebirth!"

"What's wrong?"

"Victor Young, you heartless bastard!"

Emily Shaw's parents pounced on me, grabbed me, and beat me up.

"Emily and you've been together for five years. How much has she sacrificed for you?"

"When you were broke, she ate instant noodles with you and lived in your basement. When you were sick, she rushed to get medicine overnight, nearly fainting from running in the cold! She worked part-time to save money, even helping with your tuition, buying you a cell phone, and buying you clothes..."

"You stingy, rag-picking, poor wretch, and you still have the nerve to ask us to pay you back?"

The Judge of Souls immediately unleashed a mirror of the past, clearly showing all that Emily Shaw had given me during our relationship.

As Emily Shaw's parents had said, Emily Shaw had given so much to me during our time together.

On a snowy night, the wind bites bitterly. She carried her medicine bag, falling through the cold wind, her face bruised and swollen, just to sell me a box of fever-reducing medicine.

Under the scorching sun, she handed out flyers on the street, her clothes soaked with sweat, but she stuffed all the money she had saved into my hands and said with a smile, "Victor, go pay the rent!" On my 25th birthday, she stood under a dim streetlight, holding the sneakers she'd bought for me, and carefully handed them to me...

I stared silently at the beautifully smiling Emily Shaw in the mirror, lips pursed tightly, not saying a word.

I grew up without parents, and for a time, I made a living by scavenging scraps.

Emily Shaw gave me all her warmth and love.

The five years I spent with her were my happiest days.

But...

Emily Shaw stood by, weeping bitterly.

"Victor, five years! I gave you the best years of my youth. Why would you do this to me? I've endured five years of hardship with you, and now that I'm dead, why won't you let me go?"

Listening to her tearful accusations, the ghosts gnashed their teeth, cursing in indignation:

"Fuck! How shameless! What a heartless bastard!"

"He's willing to betray such a good girl! And he's still holding on to 200 dollars. He's a complete jerk!"

"Such a heartless person is a disgrace to be alive in this world! Judge of Souls, send him to the animal realm now and never let him disgust us again!"

Judge of Souls slammed the gavel, glaring at me with a sullen expression:

"Victor Young, Emily Shaw has done so much for you. In terms of gains and losses, you owe her even more. Yet you've pursued her in the underworld. Isn't that a bit unreasonable?"

I knew he wanted to call me heartless and shameless.

I glanced at Emily Shaw's pitiful face, a hint of disgust on my face:

"Love is about mutual consent. She willingly sacrificed for me, so why should I feel indebted?"

"But she owes me real money. That's a fact! She must pay it back!"

"Besides, why did it come to this? Emily Shaw, don't you have any idea?"

Emily Shaw's face froze, and her tears fell even harder.

"Victor, do you still want to throw mud at me? I said some harsh words when we broke up, but you weren't up to the task and couldn't give me what I wanted. Why do you only blame me?"