"Charlotte, you're already my wife. Isabella is disabled because of you. What more do you want?"
The day Daniel and I went to the city hall to get our marriage license, Isabella drove over to stop us, only to have a car accident.
Her right leg wasn't amputated, but she would need crutches for the rest of her life.
Naturally, Daniel blamed me for the whole thing.
"I've told you before, it was her own poor driving. She deserved it, and it has nothing to do with me."
It was all because she was plotting something she shouldn't have been.
Daniel let out a cold laugh, his voice turning icy.
"Charlotte, you're truly heartless."
"Thank you for the compliment."
"Can't you show some compassion for Isabella? She's disabled, and her parents don't blame us. They just hope I can take care of her."
"My parents died a long time ago, so now those who still have parents all band together to bully me?"
Daniel was silent for a moment, then turned and left.
After I finished packing Matthew's belongings, I went to the bathroom.
When I came out, Matthew's urn was gone. Panicking, I called for the housemaid, Tina Turner, to come upstairs.
"Tina, where's the thing I left on the table? Wrapped in black cloth?"