"Right here, on your son's bed! Let him feel with his own spirit how shameless his own mother is! A woman who only cares about climbing into a man's bed, even after her child died!"
Facing Charles' crazy shouting, I closed my eyes in despair. Tears rolled silently down from the corners of my eyes and soaked the pillow under me. This was unforgivable!
"Charles," I whispered, my voice trembling.
After that, I continued to speak, "My son is dead. I did not throw him to anyone."
He stopped pulling at my clothes, then laughed coldly, full of disbelief.
"Joanne, do you think I am a fool? If your son really died, would you still be so calm right now?"
"I was just spending Alex's anniversary with Annette. You really have the heart to joke about Alex with me? I really underestimated you. A cruel woman like you does not deserve to be Alex's mother!"
Charles stared hard at my face, trying to find any sign of lying. Yet, there was nothing left on my face except complete dead silence. Nevertheless, it didn’t cause him to stop.
"You really are a royal embalmer," he said through gritted teeth.