Chapter 5
“I’m not going tonight,” Jonathon refused.
This surprised me a little.
I thought he never refused Mia.
“Go home, take a shower, and change clothes,” Jonathon added.
It turned out that he felt dirty.
He was afraid of the smell making Mia uncomfortable.
“Can you come and accompany me tomorrow?
“Let’s talk about it tomorrow,” Jonathon said. “These days, I have to help you organize the
materials for the court. By the way, I asked at the police station today, and the deceased still hasn’t been claimed by any relatives.”
Mia’s eyes flashed with some unusualness.
But Jonathon did not doubt her at all.
He said again, “This indicates that the deceased may not have had a good relationship with their family, which is very advantageous for us. When we contact the family later, as long as we compensate adequately, your case will be very straightforward.”
“Thank you, Jonathon,” Mia said, her eyes welling up with tears of gratitude.
Who wouldn’t be moved by such deep affection?
I floated in the air, deeply moved by Jonathon’s profound love for Mia.
***
Jonathon returned home after seeing Mia off.
The house remained pitch black.
It’s only 9 o’clock now, and I wouldn’t usually go to bed this early.
But Jonathon still didn’t notice anything unusual.
How much indifference does it take to be so indifferent to this extent?
I watched as he tiredly took off his coat and then walked toward the refrigerator.
As he opened the refrigerator, his eyes paused for a moment.
He seemed to have seen the note I wrote on the refrigerator, “Don’t drink something cold. You have
An upset stomach. Be good.”
Idrew a smiley face on the sticky note.
Jonathon hesitated for a moment, then proceeded to open the refrigerator.
I smiled faintly.
When will he listen to me?!
The refrigerator was opened.
There was a small cake inside.
The cake was written with, “Darling, happy birthday.”
I just remembered.
Yesterday was Jonathon’s birthday.
Although we had a little unpleasantness in the morning, I still went to buy him the seafood porridge. he likes when I heard that he had to work overtime in the evening.
It was an active request.
I didn’t want his birthday to be unhappy.
But who could have imagined that I would die?
Was Jonathon happy?
This way, he could be with Mia without any worries.
I watched Jonathon staring at that cake for a long time.
It seemed like a long time before he remembered that yesterday was his birthday.
And he did not return all night.
He closed the refrigerator door and finally decided to come find me.
He turned around and shouted toward the bedroom, “Sofia, I haven’t had dinner yet and I’m
hungry.”
In the past, what I feared the most was hearing him say he was hungry.
He would have a stomachache whenever he got hungry.
So whenever this time comes, I would immediately put down everything I have on hand and cook
his favorite meal for him.
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However, tonight.
The only response he received was endless silence.
“Sofia!” Jonathon’s voice grew louder.
He never had patience with me.
Still not getting a response from me, Jonathon walked angrily toward the bedroom and forcefully ‘pushed open the door, “Why are you like this? I also had something to do that’s why I didn’t come
home! How can you be so immature?”
He didn’t know yet that I wasn’t in the bedroom at all.
I wasn’t sulking either.
I just died.
I suddenly became curious about what expression he would have when he found out that I had really died.
Indifferent? Grateful? Or perhaps, there might be a slight touch of emotion?
