Always the cunning businessman, his psychological games never ended.
I ignored him, but as we passed, he deliberately bumped my shoulder.
George had been a large man, and I was already drained from lifting him. The jolt made the body slip from my arms.
The thud made my heart shudder.
Richard feigned shock:
“Olivia, is this how you treat your own father? Aren’t you afraid he’ll rise from the dead?”
If George could see this, he’d truly die of anger again.
If I had known Richard was this monstrous, I would have sent him to prison when he first embezzled money.
Looking at George’s lifeless body, grief swallowed me whole.
My silence only fueled Richard’s contempt:
“Olivia, stop acting. Admit you used your dad as a tool—it’s nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone already knows what kind of woman you are.”
“Let me handle this corpse. You don’t need to worry about the funeral.”
Onlookers immediately praised Richard for being compassionate and loyal, despising me even more.
“Her father’s death is just karma!”
“With a daughter like her, no wonder the family is cursed!”
“Only Richard would still stay married to her. Any other man would’ve divorced her long ago!”