The two fighters then moved a rosewood coffin out from the truck. As they placed it on the ground, it
thudded loudly, shaking up a cloud of dust from the pavement.
âAh!â
Even Waltz screamed upon the sight of the coffin, the expression on her face grim.
In their culture, giving a coffin as a gift was an extreme taboo.
Brittanyâs face drained of color, her whole body trembling.
Spark cackled once more and croaked pretentiously, âSo? Do you like the gift? Just so you know, this
coffin is made out of high-quality rosewood. Itâs a pity that Alex, my dear cousin, had to die at such a
young age!â
âIt was such a pity that he had to toil away for the Assexâ. His wife wouldnât even let him sleep with her!
All he could do was lie in a crummy room, taking care of the three womenâs daily necessities. He got
insulted every single day too! Oh, what a shame!â
âMy cousin was so poor; I bet he couldnât even buy himself a coffin, which is why Iâm here with this gift!
Iâm so sorry for your loss, Aunt Brittany!â
Brittanyâs eyes twitched slightly. She had reached her witâs end. âShut up, you bastard! My son is in his
room right now, well and alive. My son wouldnât die even if you did!â
Mariah shook her head. âOh Brittany, looks like youâre really oblivious about what happened, huh? Alex
was involved in a car crash. He really died. It was all over the news too. How could you not know?
Youâre his mother, for godâs sake.â
Upon hearing those words, Brittanyâs heart tumbled into an abyss.
They didnât seem like they were kidding, as if something bad really did happen to her son.
âBut Alex is still sleeping in his room!â
Waltz spoke up, âIâll go check on him.â
Her movements were swift and quick.
She whispered into Brittanyâs ear. âHeâs not in his room, neither is he in the basement. Iâve looked
everywhere⦠He really isnât around.â
âWhat?!â
Brittany was beginning to be stricken by panic. âDid he get into a car crash this morning after going
out?â she thought.
She then went to check the garage, and the M8 really wasnât there. He wasnât picking his phone up as
well. She turned to the bright red coffin. Brittanyâs legs became like jelly, and she collapsed onto the
ground.
âWell do you believe us now?â Olivia stared down on Brittany, now as white as a sheet.
Oliviaâs expression came off as smug, an evil grin plastered across her face. âI said so, didnât I? Youâre
just bad luck, woman. Your bad luck killed your husband, and now you killed your son too. Thank god
youâre no longer a Rockefeller, else our whole family wouldâve fallen victim to your bad luck as well.
See? Why did you have to wake up from that coma, huh? You shouldâve stayed a vegetable. Look at
what youâve done! Are you happy now?â
Waltz helped Brittany up. âMadame, donât listen to them. Brother wonât die so easily. He has miraculous
skills after all.â
With a cold glare, Waltz turned to Spark. âYou! Tell us everything you know. Donât you dare lie or leave
out any details.â
She didnât want to intrude initially, they were all Alexâs relatives after all. However, she couldnât bring
herself to keep quiet after witnessing their attitude.
âIf Alex really did die, are you guys even grieving?â
âJust look at yourselves, you appear so overjoyed, I would be fooled to think you were here for a
wedding!â
Spark gave Waltz the side-eye, not knowing who she was after all. âWho do you think you are?â he
roared. âHow dare you speak to me like that? You must be the maid huh? This has nothing to do with
you. Get lost!â
Without so much as a warning, Waltz slapped Spark across the face, hard and tight.
For a moment, Spark saw stars twinkling above his head before he flopped to the ground.
âSparky!â Olivia shrieked. âYou little biâtch! How dare you slap my son? Mr. Greg, Mr. Joey! Hold this
b*tch down, I want to break her arms!!!â
âYes, Madame!â The two fighters lunged towards Waltz.
Waltz, however, swung her leg toward the two and sent them flying.
âHmph, wimps!â
The Rockefellers were shocked. Before arriving at Alexâs house, they knew that thereâd be conflict.
They thought bringing along these two experienced fighters would assure their safety.
That said, this was the last thing they expected.
Suddenly, a familiar voice spoke softly behind them. âWhat happened? Who is this coffin for?â