Chandler froze.

He took a deep breath to suppress his anger.

"Do you both have to make such a scene?" he asked coldly.

“Creating chaos at home is one thing, but what are you playing at bringing two coffins here? Are you trying to intimidate me at my workplace?”

My mom sneered. “Don’t you understand why there are two coffins?

“Besides Mariah, there’s also your child—”

“Enough!” Pauline interrupted as she grabbed Chandler’s hand, playing the peacemaker.

“Let it go, Chandler. Don’t be angry. Mrs. Corey doesn’t understand what happened. She’s just protecting her daughter.”

She lowered her gaze to the scattered cake on the ground, her eyes slightly red.

“I just feel sorry for the cake. It took so long to make it…”

Chandler furrowed his brow. “What a waste of a perfectly good cake! You should ask Mariah to make another one.

“She usually enjoys baking these things, right? She should make a cake for Pauline’s birthday.”

Pauline shamelessly added, “Didn’t you say that Mariah’s cheesecakes are particularly delicious? Do you think I could have a taste?”

My mom trembled with rage.

In a fit of anger, she picked up a piece of cake from the ground and hurled it at Pauline.

The black dress Pauline wore, specially chosen for the day, became covered in large splatters of cake, completely ruined.

Even her face bore the remnants of the cake attack.

Pauline let out a shriek.

Chandler didn't even have time to intervene before my mom yanked Pauline’s hair and pulled her aside.

I noticed my opened coffin very near the two of them.

With tremendous strength, my mom twisted Pauline’s arm and shoved her into the coffin.

“Great! Go ahead and eat! You can have the meal Mariah makes for you down there!”

Pauline's head collided with the lid of the coffin, her eyes wide with terror as she screamed in fright.

My mom always had a gentle temperament and never lost her temper.

Even when I got into trouble, she merely smiled, resolved the issue, and reminded me not to be mischievous again.

I never imagined my mom could go to such lengths for me.

She seemed to have gone mad, intent on shutting the coffin on Pauline.

Chandler lost his last shred of dignity and seized my mom by the neck. “Are you insane?”

My mom screamed and struggled before sinking her teeth into Chandler's neck.

When she pulled away, I saw she had taken a chunk of flesh with her!

Furious, Chandler retaliated by gripping my mom's waist, flipping her over, and shoving her into the coffin Pauline had just climbed out of.

Then came a loud ‘bang!’ as he slammed the lid shut.

His eyes were red with anger.

“You need to calm down, Mother!”

Then he turned around and helped steady Pauline.

He tenderly wiped the cake off her face, completely disregarding my mom, who was still thrashing and shouting inside the coffin.

Then she stopped.

Through the quiet rustling, I thought I heard her calling my name.

“Mariah, where are you? I’m so scared...”

My mom had always been afraid of the dark.

I grew up in a single-parent household so to support me, my mom often worked late into the night.

I always waited for her at the end of a long alley, eager to escort her home.

By holding my hand, she always found the courage to step into the darkness.

She also suffered from claustrophobia.

Once, she got trapped in an elevator and endured a month-long fever that nearly took her life.

Now, the only person I cared about in this world had been heartlessly locked in a coffin.

Chandler knew full well that my mom was afraid of the dark.

As I hovered in the air, rage coursed through me, shaking my entire being.

I strained with all my might to squeeze into that small, narrow coffin, but all I could do was listen to my mom’s terrified voice echoing around me.

She kept calling out to me, her face streaked with tears.

“I’m so scared, Mariah!”

The driver who worked for the hospital was unable to bear the scene any longer.

“This is not right, Mr. Rotterdam…” he said gently.

Consumed by anger Chandler coldly replied, “I don’t care what you think! Take these two coffins and get lost!

“Do whatever you need to! I don’t want to have anything to do with her anymore!”

He tossed the napkin he used to wipe the cake off Pauline’s face into the other coffin.

Inside lay a set of baby clothes that I had bought for my unborn child.

Unfortunately, the child would never have the chance to wear them.

The dirty soil and cake smeared the baby's clothes, while Chandler turned a blind eye to my mom’s desperate pleas.

My mom’s frail body was curled in pain within that dark, narrow coffin.

The driver, unable to bear it any longer, opened the coffin to let her out.

When my mom saw the sunlight, her wide eyes registered shock, and tears streamed down her flushed cheeks.

“Is that you, Mariah?

“I came to find you… Is that okay?”

That night, Chandler returned home very late.

Pauline, already tipsy, rushed in while Chandler took care of parking the car.

Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream pierced the air from inside the villa.

Chandler was terrified.

He didn’t even lock the car door before rushing into the villa.

He immediately spotted the figure swaying beneath the locust tree.

My mom had committed suicide.

No matter how I pleaded with her, it was futile.

She couldn’t feel my presence at all.

Chandler turned pale with fear and sprinted toward her, scooping my mom up in his arms.

He laid her on the ground and ran his fingers across her face, his eyes widening in realization.

“She’s still breathing!”

He then yelled at Pauline to call for an ambulance.

Then he began dialing my number.

I failed to answer all of them.

While they waited for the ambulance, Pauline stood in the corner.

“Chandler? Why would Mrs. Corey suddenly think about committing suicide?” she asked quietly.

“Was it because of what happened this afternoon?

“It’s all my fault. I should have handled myself better.”

At her words, Chandler furiously dialed my number again.

As he waited for me to pick up, he turned to Pauline. “You did nothing wrong! Her mother’s very fragile with everything going on.”

I continued to ignore his phone calls, prompting Chandler to frantically spam me with voice messages.

[God, Mariah, does your whole family have a mental illness or something? If you're sick, get treatment! Why create so much chaos?

[Your mother tried to hang herself in my house! If she wanted to die, couldn’t she have chosen a spot far away? Was it her intention to come here and disgust me?

[Was it because I had her stuffed into that coffin earlier? Is her temper really that volatile? Or did you instigate her out of your own frustration?]

Every word cut me deeply.

I tried my best but was unable to suppress a laugh.

I was surprised that I didn’t feel sad at all.

You must have forgotten, Chandler.

When I first married you, I playfully mentioned that my mom was especially afraid of the dark.

You had hung up star-shaped lights all over this locust tree for her.

You said that this way, she wouldn’t be afraid anymore.

How about now?

You had left her alone in that dark, claustrophobic coffin for so long.

[Get to the hospital and take care of your mom!] Chandler spat.

[I’m not getting involved. Her decision to commit suicide was her own, it has nothing to do with me!

[And don’t even think about using this against me! She bullied Pauline so she brought this on herself!]

The ambulance arrived and the medical officers rushed in.

My mom was lifted onto a stretcher, while Chandler and Pauline followed closely behind.

Behind the locust tree, not far off in the corner, lay a handwritten letter.

When Pauline entered and saw my mom, her first reaction wasn’t to scream.

Instead, she clutched the letter tightly in her hand and hid it away.

My mom had been rushed into the emergency room.

The doctor furrowed his brow as he addressed Chandler.

“Are you family? The patient's condition is critical. We will do our utmost to save her, but you need to sign these consent forms first.”

Chandler hesitated but eventually signed the document.

He then sent me another voice message: [Where on earth have you been? Don’t you know your mom is dying?]

Pauline tried to soothe him. “Maybe Mariah has something important to handle. Let’s not disturb her.”

But Chandler ignored her and kept trying to reach me.

I, however, remained unresponsive.

With no other option, he called the hospital's reception. “Could you please connect me to Mariah Corey in Room 1032?”

The duty nurse looked taken aback. “Miss Mariah Corey? She… has already passed away…”

Chandler froze in disbelief. “How is that possible?”

He refused to accept that I was truly gone, even doubting the accuracy of the phone number he had dialed.

Without wasting a moment, he hung up and began searching for another number to call.

“What’s wrong?” Pauline asked anxiously.

“Nothing. Some scammer claimed Mariah is dead… How could she possibly be dead? Didn’t she receive the new miracle drug to keep her alive?”

A flicker of visible panic crossed Pauline's face.

She quickly squeezed Chandler's hand.

“Don’t worry, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it—”

But she didn’t get to finish her sentence before Chandler’s phone rang again.

This time, it was his assistant, Ben.

Chandler wearily answered, “What is it?”

Ben swallowed hard as he deliberated about how to deliver the next piece of news.

Taking a deep breath, he finally said, “Professor Rotterdam, do you remember the female corpse sample we examined this afternoon?

“I verified the details, and her sample code is A167, belonging to Pauline’s laboratory.”

Chandler’s body went rigid, his expression darkening.

“A167?! Are you sure you didn’t make a mistake?”

“I’m sure…” Ben sighed. “That was your wife, Mariah’s trial number, Professor.

“And the child she carried… We’ve confirmed it as well.

“It was a girl. Mariah had been pregnant for nearly four months, but due to the effects of the experimental medication, her limbs were almost completely deteriorated, resulting in fetal demise.”