Chapter 5
On the other end of the line, Allen remained silent for a long time.
So long that his assistant thought the phone had malfunctioned.
So long that he wondered if Allen had quietly hung up.
Just as he was about to end the call, Allen’s voice came through, soft and distant. “What did you just say?”
“Mr. Jones, I said, Madam has passed away,” the assistant repeated, his voice cautious. “In the hospital’s operating room–right
next to Miss Darby’s. Her body is still on the operating table. For some reason, no one has taken care of it. You should come and
see for yourself. There’s blood everywhere.”
Allen finally came back to his senses. When he spoke, his voice trembled beyond control. “What are you talking about? Mia is fine.
She called me yesterday. How could she be dead?”
His words quickened, spiraling into disbelief. “I know what’s going on. She put you up to this, didn’t she? Speak! Is that it? How
much did she pay you? Whatever it is, I’ll give you ten times more. Just tell me the truth–where is she? I’ll go to her right now!”
His voice grew louder, but the more he shouted, the shakier it became. Even the arm holding the phone trembled visibly.
I floated beside him, watching his every reaction closely.
A bitter smile curled my lips.
When I was alive, I called him 100 times. He never believed me. He never came to save me.
I sent him my medical records and my pregnancy test reports. He had brushed them off as tricks, thinking I was just using them
to pick a fight.
Even after I died, the voice messages he sent me were filled with one demand–never step foot in the Jones family home again.
But now that I was gone, what was he trying to prove? Why was he pretending to be the heartbroken lover?
The assistant, caught off guard by Allen’s reaction, struggled to find his voice again.
“Mr. Jones, I’m at the operating room next to Miss Darby’s,” he said, slower this time. “Madam’s body is still here. I’ve asked the
