My Wife Defended Her Father’s Killer
Chapter 4
I managed Luther’s funeral with his relatives.
Maybe I had cried too much because I could no longer cry at the funeral.
During the funeral, some relatives asked me about Meg’s whereabouts.
I no longer bothered to lie on her behalf.
I told everyone that Meg was busy helping her first love.
Meg’s aunt, Lydia Smith, was extremely furious. She gave Meg a call.
“Meg, something happened to your dad. Where are you?”
Meg stayed silent for a really long time before she asked, “Aunt Lydia, is Easton next to you?”
Lydia glanced at me and answered yes.
“Can you please pass the phone to him?”
Lydia hesitated for a while before passing the phone to me.
I frowned and wanted to hear what she had to say.
I had just said hello when she started yelling at me.
“Easton, how shameless are you? How dare you buy off my aunt and get her to act for you?
“Your dad died. What of it? My dad treated you so well, and you’re cursing him to be the one dead instead? Why did you turn into a vicious person? You can’t even compare to Hugh at all! If my dad doesn’t object, I will definitely divorce you!
“Stop calling me. Hugh is facing a serious problem. I have no time for your pitiful acting!”
After she yelled at me, she hung up.
Meg did not know that Lydia had put her on speaker.
Every single one of her relatives and friends had heard her words.
Lydia almost fainted from anger. She kept cursing Meg for being an ungrateful daughter.
To them, Meg had always been the golden child.
She was beautiful, smart, and had a good job.
However, she was acting this way when her father died.
She was basically heartless!
I heard their curses and remained silent. I just quietly stared at Luther’s photo.
He was smiling gently in that photo.
I remembered that I took that photo of him when Meg and I had just gotten married.
I remembered that after I took this photo, Luther held both Meg and my hands and told us that we had to treat each other well for the rest of our lives.
He emphasized that Meg had to treat me well. He said that if Meg treated me poorly, I would need to tell him.
He would teach Meg a lesson for me.
That time, Meg retorted, “Dad, how can you say that! Why would I treat him poorly?”
Luther muttered, “You can say that now, but you can’t guarantee the future.”
None of us had expected that to come true.
I was in a daze when someone suddenly asked, “Why didn’t the drunk driver show up?”
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