Chapter 13

Anne let out a bitter, mocking laugh as she looked at Howard. "Howard, it was you who helped me back then. You said Evelyn's mother was old, that her death was inevitable. Now that Evelyn is getting her revenge, are you trying to pin all the blame on me?" Howard stepped forward, gripping her neck forcefully. "Anne, who gave you the right to point fingers at me? Your mother is still in the hospital, isn't she?" Anne's face turned a dark purple from lack of oxygen. She stared at him, terrified. "What are you trying to do?" With a sudden, violent shove, Howard threw her aside. "I treated your mother the same way you treated Evelyn's!" Anne scrambled to her feet in panic, but the police stepped forward and handcuffed her. "Howard, you can't do this to me!" she shouted. Howard stood with his hands behind his back, watching coldly as Anne was led away. The memorial service ended in a disorganized way. The ever‑so‑great Alistair was buried hastily, with not a single person there to se