She returned to our home again, but still didn't see me.

This time, she dialed my phone number without hesitation.

'"Why aren't you at home? Where did you go?

"Didn't you want a divorce? What's the matter with you disappearing now?

"I promise you, we will get divorced.

" You have half an hour. Come immediately."

I used to come soon every time she called me, but it was impossible this time.

"Anson has been cremated and may not be able to come, Miss Gates."

Callan answered the phone. His voice was almost devoid of warmth.

"What do you mean?"

Clara couldn't believe what she heard. Her expression was very surprised.

"I said, Anson is dead, Miss Gates. Don't you understand human language?"

Callan couldn't hide his anger.

"Hey, you are Callan, right? I recognize your voice.

"Is this Anson's trick to get my attention? Is he jealous of Steve?"

After Clara recognized Callan's voice, her expression immediately became disdainful.

She knew that it was Callan who forced Steve away back then, so she deeply resented him and naturally didn't believe any words he said.

"Clara, I don't care you believe it or not. Tomorrow is Anson's funeral. You can come and see if it's true or not!"

Callan hung up the phone directly.

Clara looked at the chat box, and bowed her head in silence for a long time.

But then she laughed mockingly and said to herself, "How could Anson die? He was fine before I left. It's just a trick. Aren't the Chambers family good at it?"

She may not have noticed that she wasn't confident at all. She called Steve and told him to come and watch a good show tomorrow.