Olivia Fordham And Ethan Miller

Chapter 342

Kelvin’s knees became weak, and his voice sounded uneasy.

“About that, Mr. Miller, I’m a materialist, but I still think that we should let the deceased rest in peace. It’s the middle of the night. We shouldn’t disturb Ms. Miller’s rest. What if she gets angry and comes out of her coffin?”

Ethan wasn’t in the mood for nonsense. Kelvin wasn’t as sharp as Brent.

“Get some people here. I want this grave opened and the coffin dug up!” Ethan ordered.

“Understood.”

Kelvin has done many good and bad things in his life, but he had never done something so immoral.

As he dug up the grave, he muttered, “Don’t hate me for this, Ms. Miller. I’m just the one taking orders. If you have a complaint, please take it up with your brother.

“He’s the one responsible for this. And he’s not afraid of ghosts.”

Ethan didn’t idle around. He was the one who dug the fastest. He ignored Kelvin’s suggestion to stay out of the rain.

He even started kneeling on the ground, moving away the dirt with his hands to prevent damaging the coffin.

This was the first time Kelvin saw Ethan in such a sorry state. He felt sorry for him but still didn’t know what Ethan was trying to do.

Kelvin saw Ethan’s conflicted expression after the coffin was unearthed entirely. Ethan looked fearful, but there was also some hope in his eyes.

wrong with the body

hesitated momentarily, then

back, Mr.

cremated, but Ethan was overcome with grief then. His sister suffered inhumane treatment in life. He didn’t want to hurt her again, so he had her body

years. The body should have almost completely decomposed. Even if they opened the coffin now, they would only see some bones. Kelvin was still wondering what

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the thunder roared. Kelvin’s

shaking.

Ethan barked, “Open it.”

nailed coffin lid was opened. As expected, all that was within was a skeleton wrapped in burial clothes and some

Miller, the coffin

and perform a paternity

Kelvin. “Mr. Miller, are you suspecting that the

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them tested. Bring the bones over personally. Don’t let them get into the hands of anyone else.

“Understood.”

He had a

cold winds blew on him. But he didn’t feel cold at all. He looked like a decrepit old man as he

with him. He

They stayed on for the

who looked like he was frozen in place, and wondered if he had been sitting

wasn’t shut, and the white curtains danced freely