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The urn Kevin was holding looked exactly like
the one he gave me last time.
I knew he had it prepared.
And to make it even funnier, I was only on the
And to make it even funnier, I was only on the
phone for ten minutes.
There was no way they burned a body to ash
in that time.
Nana Betty heard me laughing and slapped
- me.
“You evil woman! My son is dead, and you’re
laughing? What’s wrong with you?”
I grabbed her wrist before she hit me.
I gave her an ice–cold stare.
“Listen up, lady. Your son is gone. I don’t owe
you anything.”
“You’re sick, and your medical bills are
outrageous. I’m not responsible for you.”
“You’re on your own.”
Nana Betty just stared at me.
I used to think Nana Betty was clueless about
Mark’s schemes.
But now, I knew she’d known all along and
she used me for my cash.
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Especially that will she gave me.
It said that Mark wanted me to inherit the
company, that I couldn’t remarry, and that I had to take care of Nana Betty.
I thought the company had money.
Enough for me and Nana Betty to live
comfortably.
But I found out that Mark didn’t leave me
millions, but he left me in debt with millions.
Nana Betty acted like she deserved
everything, and that I should take care of her.
She wanted caviar and steak every day.
Her medical bills were killing me.
I never got a break for ten years.
Then Mark came back and laughed in my
face.
And now, Kevin was standing there, holding a
fake urn.
No way.
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