Queen Revenge

Before, Yao Mubai had said that Martin Mo was because of me, but the exact reason was unknown.

I was a little panicked in my heart, afraid to hear the so-called reason from Yao Mubai’s mouth and looking forward to knowing.

Nancy Richter and I just have some small quarrels, not at all to kill, Nancy Richter does not hurt me, Martin Mo will not harm her.

On the day Nancy Richter was killed, since she was able to call me and asked me to bring a message to Walker Richter and Fin Wilson, she was not trying to harm me, then I really don’t know why Martin Mo killed her.

Yao Mubai said in a deep voice, “Because Nancy Richter was going to harm you.”

“No.” I subconsciously denied, instinctively disbelieving, “If she wanted to harm me, the night she was killed, the murderer was behind me, she wouldn’t have pushed me away, that was her subconscious action.”

“That’s what the people inside told me, as for whether you believe it or not, that’s your business.” Yao Mubai crossed her arms, “You stay inside for a few days, reflect and reflect, how much trouble have you caused me in the past half year, I heard that you fought with someone today, that’s how the injury on your face came about, I can’t understand you sometimes, say you’re stupid and you’re quite smart and righteous, say you’re smart and you’re stubborn as a donkey sometimes.”

I lowered my eyes, my voice was very light and asked, “Yao Mubai, have you ever fought for anyone in your life?”

I raised my eyes and looked at him, “Ever?”

Yao Mubai’s eyes crossed a flash of intense grief and pain, which passed in an instant, his brows locked, and he let out a light laugh, as if I had asked a stupid question.

He turned his back, and in that instant, I don’t know if it was an illusion, his back was colored with something called lonesomeness.

Yao Mubai took a step and intended to leave, I called out to him again, “Is Martin Mo really dead?”

“En.”

Dropping these words, Yao Mubai left, and I stumbled two steps out of my mind, slowly sliding down the wall and sitting on the floor, tears sliding violently from my eyes.

I was locked up for three days, no one was allowed to visit.

When I was released three days later, the sky had changed on the North Side.

Ulysses Will came to pick me up from the police station and I looked at him and asked numbly, “Is he really dead? Was the body found?”

He looked at me with pain in his eyes, he turned his back so I wouldn’t have to see his moist eyes, “No, the Mo family put up a grave for him.”

Falling into the sea, where there is still hope of survival, afraid of being buried in the belly of the fish.

I closed my eyes sadly, after getting into the car, I said, “Go to the Mo family.”

Looking out the window with my head inclined, I happened to see Walker Richter standing under a sycamore tree not far away.

Ulysses Will says, “He got here before I did, and the weird thing is, he’s got the skills to fish you out, but he’s not doing half of it.”

“Because he knows it’s inside that suits me.”

Let me cool off for three days so I can have the courage to face Martin Mo’s death.

Ulysses Will froze and reacted, but he didn’t say anything, just smiled to himself.

I knew what that smile meant, he thought he knew me best, but lost out to Walker Richter later.

Ulysses Will started the car and came to the door of the Mo family, he warned me, “Hillie’s unstable, be careful.”

The Mo family set up the burial mound at their home and hung white streamers in front of the entrance. Today is the day of the funeral, many friends and relatives came to see off the deceased, Jane Hasis and Frank Hill both came, they are Martin Mo’s parents-in-law.

Hill Yi dressed in black, wearing a white flower on his chest, kneeling in front of the casket to burn paper, the people who came to offer condolences one by one went forward to offer a bouquet of flowers, Hill Yi one by one to the condolences of the people forehead.

She looked up and saw me, her eyes fixed for a moment, the gaze cold and sad.

I stood still, fearful, a little afraid to go over.

Ulysses Will called out to me, “Alva.”

I came back to my senses, glanced at Ulysses Will, and took a secret breath before walking over.

Before walking to the coffin, Hill Yi abruptly stood up, her gaze like a cold and piercing ice prism: “You go, don’t need you to come to offer condolences.”

“Sister.” I opened my mouth, but I couldn’t say a word, the atmosphere of the hall became weird all of a sudden, the guests all looked at us.

Fiona Croix who was on the side came over to hold me, in front of Martin Mo’s grave, no one wanted to make trouble, she lowered her voice and advised, “Hill Yi, today is Martin Mo’s funeral day, you should know that Martin Mo’s spirit in heaven must hope that Alva will come to give him a ride, you drove Alva away because you don’t want Martin Mo to rest in peace right. Martin Mo to rest in peace, right?”

“Nan Cheng is what she caused, even if Nan Cheng will blame me, I don’t want her to come to see my husband off.” Hillie stared at me coldly and pointed her finger at the door, “Go, don’t force me to have you kicked out.”

Fiona Croix stood up for me, “You the man …”

“Fiona,” I interrupted Fiona Croix and said to Hilli, “Even if you kick me out, I’m still coming to give him one last ride.”

I picked up the flowers and walked towards the coffin, Hill Yi wanted to stop me was stopped by Fiona Croix, “Hill Yi, even if you are Martin Mo’s wife you can’t stop Alva from giving Martin Mo a ride, they’ve known each other for decades, their childhood love, you can’t compare.”

Fiona Croix said this very heavily, poking Hill Yi’s heart directly, making Hill Yi pale and unable to even speak.

Hilli was being tugged tightly by Fiona Croix, and she couldn’t stop me even if she wanted to.

I walked around the coffin, each step slow, unable to see his remains, only able to look at the clothes he once wore, nostalgic, guilty, and remorseful.

I placed the flowers next to the casket, my eyes moist.

I regretted that I had victimized him, why I hadn’t turned myself in sooner.

Martin Mo, why did you have to be so stupid, why did you put your life on the line for me, how do you want me to save you, how can I save you.

Tears rolled down, like broken beads.

Just then, Master Mo came, white hair to send black hair, let him overnight pale a lot, cloudy eyes are full of grief, and the first time I saw the one full of joy, eyes full of love is a different person.

Elder Mo glanced at me and said nothing, nor was he as emotional as Hill Yi, attributing Martin Mo’s death to me.

He tremblingly walked to the coffin, stretching out his age-spotted hand tremblingly caressing the edge of the coffin, as if caressing his own child, his cloudy eyes filled with tears, his voice choked, “Nancheng, on the road.”

Five words that brought tears to one’s eyes.

Martin Mo’s appearance appeared in his mind, he was dangling, fierce, cold face, smiling playfully, cunning as a fox, his many, many appearances, like a movie flashed in his mind one by one, that was his whole life, terminated at the age of twenty-nine.

Hill Yi held Martin Mo’s statue, all of them set off towards the cemetery, a black car stopped the way, and the one who came down from the car was no one else but Yao Mubai.

Once they saw Yao Mubai, both Mr. Mo and Hill Yi’s eyes turned red with hatred.

Yao Mubai was like he didn’t see the hatred in their eyes, he walked over with big strides, Hill Yi was so hateful that she pinched the corners of the portrait frame, and Elder Mo was so angry that he was trembling, “Yao Mubai, what are you doing here.”

Yao Mubai took off his sunglasses and bowed to the effigy, “I came to give Martin Mo a ride.”This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .