His choice to love his kin to kill Chapter 05
I slapped the divorce papers down on the table in front of Ryan. “I’m tired,” I said softly. “Let’s get a divorce.”
Ryan’s expression was cold, mocking. “Seriously?”
“Yes,” I replied.
He picked up a pen, his tone dripping with contempt. “Of course. It would be my pleasure. Just don’t come crawling back, begging me to get in your bed again, Lidia. The thought of you makes my skin crawl.”
I smiled. “Don’t worry. That will absolutely never happen.”
Ryan signed his name with a flourish, the black ink a stark slash against the white paper.
“Wait!” Madison shrieked, her face turning white as she glanced at the
agreement.
“Ryan, look at the asset division clause! This bitch is trying to take all of your parents’ property and stocks! I won’t allow it!”
Ryan snatched the document and stared at me in shock. “Lidia, I never knew you were this greedy. They’re my parents. Why would they leave their assets to you?”
I sighed. “Believe it or not, it was their dying wish.”
Ryan’s eyes were bloodshot, as he glared at me. “Do you have proof?”
I didn’t.
I pulled out a second agreement, one where I walked away with nothing. I placed it on the table.
“I’ll do just fine without your parents’ money. Do you believe they wanted to provide for me? Sign the first one. Or do you think they died hating me? Sign the second. Either way, I don’t owe this family a damn thing.”
Ryan stood frozen, unable to sign.
Just then, his phone rang. It was Thomas.
He answered hesitantly. A heart-wrenching wail echoed from the phone, filling the room.
“Ryan, get to the funeral home! Your parents are gone! My brother… my brother is dead!” Thomas sobbed, struggling to breathe.
Madison shot up from the bed, grabbing Ryan’s arm nervously. “Ryan, your uncle is a great actor. I wonder what Lidia offered him to lie for her…”
Ryan didn’t answer. His face was ashen, and a snake of unease coiled in his
gut.
“The message has been delivered,” I said. “Believe it or not.”
I turned to leave, but Ryan’s voice, now trembling, stopped me. “If… if my parents are really gone, why didn’t you tell me last night?”
I laughed coldly. “You have a short memory. I tried to tell you last night, but you blocked my number and muted all my notifications.”
Ryan fumbled for his phone, scrolling through the alerts he had silenced.
Each message was a knife in his heart.
“Ryan, Central Hospital ER, come now!”
“Ryan, your parents are seriously injured.”
“Where are you, Ryan?”
“Ryan, I don’t think your parents are going to make it. They want to see you.”
“Come to the funeral home.”
The messages stopped there. Ryan’s hands began to shake.
A ghastly smile twisted his lips. “I see. It’s all a lie. I’m calling Jake right now. He’ll put an end to this.”
With a trembling hand, he dialed Jake’s number.
But Jake’s frantic voice sent him crashing into an icy abyss. “Ryan, I finally got through! Get to the funeral home, now! Uncle Thomas is here alone, and his heart’s not good. I’m worried he’s not going to make it…”
Ryan slammed the phone down.
He crumpled to the floor, muttering, “This can’t be happening…”
Madison rushed to help him up, but Ryan shoved her away. “Get off me.”
I didn’t spare him another glance as I walked out the door.
