Chapter 3

They thought I was making a cruel joke at our child’s graduation party.

They all believed so.

“Are you insane? Today is our daughter‘ s graduation party, and you bring an urn to curse her? Are you fit to be a mother?” Aiden yelled at me.

Friends and relatives joined in blaming me.

Lydia’s face turned pale. “Clare, are you dissatisfied with the graduation banquet I organized, or are you dissatisfied with me? You brought an urn here, are you trying to piss me off to death?”

Aiden grabbed my wrist angrily. “Where is our daughter?”

“I told you, she s right here,” I said, pointing to the urn.

“This is Kathy.

Aiden slapped me in fury.

“Haven’t you had enough?”

Lydia intervened, speaking gently. “Clare, regardless of the issues between you and my son, don‘ t quarrel today. Show some respect and stop causing trouble.”

I broke down in tears. “Mom, this really is Kathy.”

Aiden, seething, called our daughter. “Why is her phone off? Did you restrict her freedom and force her to act with you?‘

I sent him three videos with trembling hands. “Watch them yourself.

The first video showed my daughter’s critical illness notice and death certificate.

The second video showed her in the morgue.

The third video showed her being pushed into the crematorium incinerator.

Seeing this, Aiden collapsed. “Impossible, absolutely impossible, Kathy can‘ t be dead…”

He called the hospital, and after confirming her death, he hugged the urn and cried uncontrollably.

Relatives and friends watched the videos, their faces growing grim with grief.

Lydia burst into tears, gripping my hand. “Clare, what happened? Why did my precious granddaughter die?”

“Aiden killed Kathy.”

I sobbed, recounting everything.