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Brenda clutched her chest, pretending to collapse. Kevin lunged forward fiercely, trying to snatch the machine.
But Jake, being much taller and stronger, easily pushed him back, making him stumble.
Mark’s face was rigid, his brows furrowed as he accused me. “Lily, if you have issues with me, we can talk about them at home. My dad was just killed by your anger, and now you won’t even spare his funeral?”
The people helping with the funeral also gathered around, pointing fingers at me.
“Lily usually seems so sensible. Why is she so weird today?”
“I think she’s heartless. Look, Old Mr. Miller passed away, and she hasn’t shed a single tear.”
“Mark is so easygoing. If my wife killed my dad with her temper, I’d beat her half to death.”
Brenda sat there whimpering, while Kevin kept egging Mark on. “Big Brother, look at this woman. She shows no remorse. You need to teach her a good lesson!”
Mark, usually so timid, suddenly looked menacing “I ile you’ve disannointed me greatly.”
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