As a C-lister, though Matthew looked muscular, he was weak compared to me, who had been slaving for Jane at carrying her heavy equipment and baggage.
Matthew was soon on the verge of unconsciousness under my beating.
Jane had already called the bodyguards to hold me down.
"Ah! Yannick Chambers, you lunatic!"
Jane held Matthew tight with deep sadness as if her father had died.
"Jane Hardy, you'd better put my mother's urn back, or I swear I'll kill you two!"
"Your mother..."
Jane was dumbfounded by my words, at a loss for what to do.
Matthew spat out blood and brought Jane back to her senses.
"Jenny, don't believe him. How many times has he deceived you into seeing him with the excuse that his mother was sick?"
I was burning with rage.
Over the past year, my mother had been so critically ill that the hospital had given me a pile of critical illness notices, but she had been struggling to hold on for the sake of me.
Until her death, she was still waiting for Jane, the future daughter-in-law she considered, to come.
Hearing what Matthew said, the shock in Jane's eyes instantly turned into anger.