“What’s the point of looking at a corpse? Luckily, I was smart enough to cover his face early with a white sheet. Otherwise, if it scared my dear mentor, that would’ve been a terrible crime.”
Ethan approvingly ruffled Chloe’s hair.
“Your dad’s death was fate. Stop making a fuss.”
“Making a fuss? Ethan, aren’t you afraid your ancestors will crawl out of their graves to demand answers for this unfilial behavior?”
“What does your dad’s death have to do with my family? In the end, it’s your Lane family’s bad karma!”
I suddenly understood—he thought the man on the table was my father.
Fury surged through me. For this marriage, it was truly not worth it. I tore up the consent form right in front of him.
Chloe’s eyes instantly turned red.
“Nora, if only I had the power to bring the dead back to life, you wouldn’t be fighting with Ethan like this.”
Ethan, distressed, pulled Chloe into his arms.
“God wanted to take her dad. What does that have to do with you?”
“Be good, don’t cry. I can’t stand seeing your eyes swollen.”
He turned to me coldly.
“Nora Lane, I know your dad’s sudden death is hard to accept.”