Chapter 5
Richard stared at my parents, his pupils dilating in shock.
“Your mom… how the hell is your mom still alive?!”
I smiled sweetly.
“Thanks for asking. My mom’s doing great.”
Richard’s voice came out as a strangled whisper:
“Then who… who died?!”
I picked up the kicked–over urn lid and held it in front of Richard’s face.
Engraved on the front were two small words: Margaret Mitchell.
Richard swayed on his feet, looking like he might collapse.
Lily stepped forward, completely oblivious:
“Emma, I get that you’re upset, but you can’t just hire some random woman to pretend to be your mom at your mom’s funeral! That’s ridiculous-”
Before she could finish, she met Richard’s eyes – filled with shock and despair.
Richard shoved Lily aside violently.
He rushed to the destroyed portrait and memorial tablet, frantically wiping away the stains with his sleeve.
When he finally recognized his mother’s face in the ruined photo, he collapsed to his knees.
“How is this possible…”
Lily charged over and snatched the memorial tablet from Richard’s hands, tossing it aside.
Still as bratty as ever:
“Dr. Richard, you’re not actually believing what this bitch is saying! I saw the dead body myself – your mom could never be that ugly and old!”
Before she could even finish her sentence, Richard’s head snapped up, his voice ragged and hoarse:
“Get the fuck away from me!”
Lily stumbled backward, her fake sympathy act dying in her throat.
Richard’s hands were shaking as he pulled out his phone to call his mother.
No one would ever pick up again.
He screamed at me in complete breakdown:
“Emma, where’s my mom?! She was just talking to me a few days ago! What did you do with her?!”
The entire memorial service came to a dead stop immediately.
I shrugged casually.
08:06
He Thought He Was Killing My Mother, But Butchered His Own!
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Chapter 5
“Are you losing your mind? How is this
Richard desperately dialed the hospital.
my
fault?”
“Hello… I need to confirm… the surgical records… who exactly died in that operation…”
The doctor on the other end spoke carefully:
“Dr. Mitchell, didn’t you know the patient was your mother?”
“Your wife brought her in, and when we saw you immediately arrange surgery, we assumed you knew…”
“Please accept our condolences. Even doctors can’t save every patient.”
I laughed bitterly.
Save her? Richard had personally let his precious student butcher his own mother to death!
He hung up and whispered in devastation:
“This can’t be happening… this can’t be real!!”
His anguished cries echoed through the memorial hall.
Richard suddenly seemed to remember something and dove into the crowd, desperately trying to gather his mother’s scattered ashes from the floor, tears streaming down his face.
People gasped in shock:
“What the hell? How do you screw up a funeral this bad?”
“So the dead woman was his mom? Holy shit! He was just partying with us!”
“This dude literally scattered his own mother’s ashes! Unbelievable!”
But Richard could never blame himself.
He glared at me with pure hatred.
“Emma, you knew it was my mother who died, but you deliberately didn’t tell me! What kind of sick game are you playing?!”
I put on my most innocent expression:
“How did I deliberately hide it from you?”
“I called you when I took her to the hospital and said ‘mom‘ was sick.”
“When the surgery failed, I told you that even though she was my mother–in–law, I couldn’t sign the waiver.”
“Richard, I married you – is it wrong for me to call your mother ‘mom‘?”
I covered my mouth in fake shock:
“Unless… you thought the patient was my mother, so you…”
“I thought we were a team, but you actually wanted to kill my mom…”
“Richard, this wasn’t a surgical accident – this was murder!”
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