The workers praised me for being a faithful friend, but Sanford wouldn't step aside.
He was afraid the professionals would discover that Alice wasn't dead.
He kept his distance from me and stuck to the bed.
"Alice's family has ancestral graves. She doesn't need to be cremated. You're being hasty and disrespectful to her," he argued.
A gleam of light shot out from my eyes. I was disrespectful?
'What was she thinking when she signed for me to marry the fool? Didn't it break my heart?' I thought.
While we were confronting each other, a sharp voice rang out.
"Who dares to cremate my daughter?"
It seemed Sanford had already teamed up with Alice, even having her mother's contact to alert her.
I hadn't expected to send Alice straight to the crematorium.
I just wanted to provoke them into revealing the truth.
With more people involved, it only proved that they had been conspiring against me in my past life.
Back then, I had asked Alice's mother to testify, thinking it was her daughter's arranged marriage.
But she had pretended ignorance, blaming it all on me.
She knew everything. She was just pretending.
Then letting her watch as I sent Alice to her death wasn't too much.