Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 230

Paula watched the two storm off and shook her head. "We really should've given Missy a good beating."

"No point getting our hands dirty with people like her," I said, pulling Paula along. "Without Lawrence to back her up, and with her health failing and her three daughters being unreliable, she's got a rough road ahead even without us stepping in."

Paula thought for a moment and nodded. "You're right."

Then she couldn't help but vent about Beatrice. "She thinks she's being kind, but doesn't she realize she's just enabling a tyrant? You saw it yourself, Missy showed no remorse at all. If Beatrice keeps helping her, who knows who she'll bully next?"

I chuckled. "Missy's just a bully in her own home. She treated me like that because of Lawrence and because I used to be too weak, which only fueled her arrogance. I doubt she'll have the guts to bully others, especially with Beatrice around. Let's wait and see."

As I encountered more people, my understanding of human nature became sharper and more accurate.

"No wonder you're so perceptive, having been taught by Christopher himself. You know you were too soft before, right? Don't let anyone push you around again!"Paula scoffed at Beatrice. "A lawyer, and yet so dumb. It's unbelievable!"

I said, "She was probably charmed by Lawrence, just like that college intern at his company. He had a knack for putting on a show."

It was a shame about that intern, who lost her life and caused her brother to lose his job. Lawrence deserved everything he got.

Paula, however, had a grudging respect for Lawrence. "He really knew how to put on an act. He even fooled me, and he couldn't rest in peace even after death!"

Talking about Lawrence felt unlucky, so we dropped the subject.

I thought running into Beatrice was just a minor incident. But a few days later, she unexpectedly sought me out.

Her reason for finding me nearly made me lose my temper on the spot.

"Do you even realize what you're saying?" I sneered at her. She looked terrible, a far cry from the polished woman I saw last time. Now she was haggard, breaking out, and unkempt.

"My parents were killed because of Lawrence. I hate him more than anything. You want me to see his ashes one last time? And you think you can bury him next to my parents? Don't think being a lawyer makes you special. Watch out, or I'll hit you!" My fists clenched, and I trembled with anger.

"Melinda, he's dead. He got what he deserved. Everything should end with his death. Why hold on to the past? It only hurts you. Be magnanimous, do a good deed, and let him be buried nearby. Maybe he can atone to your parents in the afterlife." Beatrice was hopelessly deluded.

I heard she believed Lawrence's organ donation showed his true repentance, which made her so insistent on persuading me. But how could she forgive on my behalf?

"Screw his atonement. My parents don't need it, and neither do I! I won't allow him to be buried next to them. In fact, I'll make sure Starlight City won't have him. Trash like him belongs in the garbage," I threatened coldly.

Beatrice was shocked by my resolve. "How can you be so heartless?"

"Why shouldn't I be? He ruined my family and my child. Scattering his ashes would be too kind. If you really bury him here, I'll personally scatter them." I had her thrown out immediately.

When Paula heard about it, she nearly cursed Beatrice out.

Paula cared about me and didn't want me to be troubled by Lawrence anymore. So she secretly made sure no cemetery would sell a plot to Beatrice.

She also had people keep an eye on Beatrice. If she managed to bury Lawrence in Starlight City, Paula would have his ashes scattered.

Beatrice realized someone was behind it and called to confront me. I suspected Paula but didn't betray her.

Instead, I warned Beatrice, "If you don't take my words seriously, I'll force you to make a choice. This is just a warning. Continue, and I'll follow through."

In the end, Beatrice had no choice but to buy a plot in Lawrence's rural hometown.

Missy was so obnoxious that she had no good relations in the village. Since I married Lawrence, her house had collapsed, and she had no home. She always bragged about her son, annoying everyone.

So, hardly anyone attended Lawrence's funeral.

Paula even hired a team to spread the word about Lawrence's death. Those who attended felt ashamed and avoided Missy. If Lawrence hadn't already been buried and if Missy didn't own land there, his ashes might have been dug up and thrown out.

Paula had everything recorded and sent me the video to cheer me up.

Beatrice guessed it was my doing and called to scold me. "Melinda, leave some room for mercy. How can you be so cruel? You were married to him, after all. This is too much."

Missy was cursing and wailing in the background.

I laughed coldly. "Lawrence and I had no love, only hatred. He deserved it!"

I hung up without a second thought.

Beatrice was so foolish. Couldn't she see what kind of person Missy was? How could she help her so diligently?

And Missy showed no remorse for what she did to me. Why would I forgive her? Ridiculous!

A week after Lawrence's burial, Beatrice looked even worse, stumbling as she walked, and came to find me again.

I said, "Seriously, Beatrice? You're this devoted to a dead man? He's buried now, and I haven't wronged you. Why are you here again? You're a lawyer; you should know harassment is a crime!"