Chapter 70
The temperature in the morgue was so cold it felt suffocating. Joshua stood silently to one side, clad in a plain black suit. My dead body lay in the gurney. My face was deathly pale and my lips drained of all color.
“Mr. Sinclair, Mrs. Sinclair suffered a severe perforated gastric ulcer with massive bleeding. Compounded by her lack of proper nutrition these past few weeks, she … ”
Joshua’s gaze was so cold it could have frozen the very air. Shock, unease and helplessness flickered across his face. He stood there silently for a long moment before finally speaking, his voice tight. “Perforated ulcer? You’re all liars, every one of you! What did she give you to make you play along with this farce?”
Suddenly, he lunged forward, grabbing the collar of the lifeless body on the bed. His voice cracked as he roared, desperately trying to shake “me” awake. “Evelyn! Get up! Get up right now! I told you, no more acting! No matter how pitiful you try to look, I won’t soften. Not even a little!”
“Evelyn, these tricks of yours only disgust me! I don’t love you anymore!” A single tear inexplicably streaked down Joshua’s cheek as he spoke these words.}
“Mr. Sinclair, please calm down. My condolences. There’s no use grieving too much; we can’t bring her back.”
“Shut up! All of you, get out!” Joshua was like a madman. His eyes were bloodshot, his entire body trembling like a beast on the verge of losing control. He clawed at the lifeless face before him, yanked at the cold body’s clothes as if trying to pull “me” back from the dead. Unfortunately, no matter how much he struggled, there was no response.}
No breath, no warmth. Finally, Joshua gave up. His body seemed to collapse in on itself. He leaned heavily against the gurney, barely able to support his weight. He stumbled backward, tears streaming down his face. He muttered to himself, “Evelyn is dead! Evelyn is dead! Haha. Serves her right, serves her right! She deserved to die!“}]
“Joshua, are you alright? Are you okay?” Zafrielle rushed down the hallway and into his arms.
She cradled Joshua’s face in her hands. Her eyes brimmed with tears and her voice was full of concern. “Joshua, I heard about Evelyn. Don’t be too sad!”
“Sad? Why would I be sad?” Joshua let out a hollow laugh. His eyes were empty, but his voice was still laced with cruelty. “Evelyn is dead, it’s what she deserved! Why should I be sad?“}
Joshua’s eyes were dull, devoid of any light. Looking at the man before her, Zafrielle felt a sudden, inexplicable dread. She couldn’t quite grasp it, but something was terribly wrong.
Joshua pulled her into his arms, holding her so tightly it