After Sending Me to a Mental Hospital, They Regretted it - Chapter 9

After thinking it over, I decided to send the news to Evelyn.

As I expected, she lost control and became furious.

While Antonio was in a meeting, she stormed in without warning.

“Antonio, are you going to bring Miria out?”

The meeting was immediately interrupted.

Everyone in the room turned to look at her with surprise.

“Leave. This isn’t a place for you to be!”

Antonio’s face burned with embarrassment.

He signaled for the security guards to remove her.

“I’m not leaving, Antonio! You promised me you’d divorce Miria! Give me an explanation!”

Evelyn couldn’t believe he was treating her this way.

Her eyes widened, filled with fury and a wild, vengeful glow.

I had purposely moved up the memorial for Amy by one day, planning it for the evening.

When we arrived at the cemetery, we saw Evelyn digging up Amy’s grave.

“You already died! Even in death, you won’t leave me alone. Today, I’ll dig up your bones and make sure you never rest in peace.”

She yanked the urn out of the ground.

Some of the ashes even splattered on her face.

In the dim night, her twisted smile looked grotesque.

He took a few steps forward, only to recognize her as he got closer.

“Evelyn, what are you doing here? 

“What did you do to the ashes?” 

When he saw her clearly, his eyes widened in shock.

He froze for a moment before crouching down, dipping his fingers into the ashes and sniffing them

His face turned pale, and he glared at her with fury.

He shoved Evelyn to the ground.

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Evelyn hadn’t expected us to come early for the memorial.

Terrified, she was at a loss for what to do.

The push caused her palm to scrape against a stone, and the sharp pain triggered the pent–up rage and frustration inside her.

She decided to throw all caution to the wind and sat down on the ground, screaming in agony.

“How could you say that? Antonio, Julia is dead, and this woman is still alive. Why? Why should she be the one to live well?

“I’ll make trouble! Julia’s dead, and I won’t let Amy rest in peace either!” 

With that, she grabbed a shovel and started hitting the urn.

Antonio stormed over and kicked her away.

He grabbed her by the hair, slamming her face against the tombstone.

He roared, “You’re insane! Look carefully, this is Julia’s tombstone!”

“What? How could this be?” 

Evelyn stopped her tantrum in disbelief.

She stared at the tombstone with Julia’s name on it, her expression momentarily blank.

“The fortune–teller said this spot was good, so I switched Julia and Amy’s graves.”

Antonio shot me a guilty glance.

He lowered his voice and explained to her.

The evening breeze carried his words into my ears.

I pretended not to hear, biting my lip and looking up, pushing the tears back from my eyes.

I actually knew that Antonio was a firm believer in fate.

I had already used the money to bribe the fortune teller, making him deliberately say that to Antonio.

Although it was part of my plan, I still felt sorry for my daughter when he actually went through with it.

“Ah, Julia, I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry.”

Evelyn collapsed onto the ground, her eyes vacant, breaking down into sobs and cries.

Her wailing soon caught the attention of the grave keepers.

They rushed over and immediately called the police.