Revenge

Lydia died on the day of her funeral?

Amanda's eyes was misted with the steam of her tear as hatred burned her tear dried. What a coincidence, a perfect coincidence...

After a pause, Amanda patted Lydia's mother's hand, unable to offer any words of comfort; Lydia had had the "accident" all because of her.

Lydia’s mother looked at the shut door of the guest room and continued: “After the death of Lydia, her father did not take it very well...He locked himself in the room all day long and refused to see anyone...”

"Emm...Are you and your uncle taken care of? Is there any difficulty in life?" That was Amanda's biggest concern right now.

"It's all thanks to her best friend," She sighed. "They have been like blood sisters since high school. That poor girl had an accident and then Lydia; her husband is a good person; he showed up at Lydia’s funeral and comforted us saying that he could relate to our sorrow since he had just lost his wife and father-in-law...poor kid. He said he is going to take care of us like we are his parents in place of Lydia...

Bill Fu?

Ah.

A wave of nausea swept over Amanda; what a hypocrite killer. He took the life of beloved Lydia of her parents and showered himself with their gratitude by acting like a loving son?

eyes to the black and white picture

a mercy and her way of paying back at the moment to Lydia to let her parents live in a beautiful illusion. Moreover, her power was now

Amanda wanted everything to be confirmed: "Mrs, was the best friend of Lydia you mentioned lady Amanda Juan who died in the fire

nodded. "You knew

Paris, but it never occurred to me that both of them..." Amanda explained then asked calmly and plainly what she cared about the most at the second: “In the news, the Juan Family

she lost both her daughter and her husband; luckily, her son-in-law is such a nice person; last time, I paid her a visit in her villa, her son-in-law told me that she was recovering in another remote vacation resort and was not ready to meet the others...well, he was such a sweet

good hands? Or in evil hands? Amanda found it both funny and disgusting. Bill Fu could have killed her; or maybe she was, like herself, already rotting under ground. Anyway, he would always found

have to find her mother soon, if she was still alive.

stay here any longer; she was losing herself as her tears were welling up all over her eyes.

mother took her by the hand.

to do here, I think...I

a smile, rose

...

ranked in the cemetery. At least it was so in the Blue Mountain

a hard stone tablet like ordinary people and buried it in a group of cemeteries of the same size and shape. It took quite

Placing her fruit in front of Lydia Du's gravestone, Amanda crouched down, unable to hold