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Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother

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Chloe found strength once she realized she wasn't alone in this morgue. She had her daughter, who was still questioning about the whole thing. So she had to look strong in front of Mackie despite her heart shattering into pieces. 

"I—I'm okay now. You can release me, thank you," Chloe said as she gently pushed the bodyguard away. 

The bodyguard stepped back, silently watching Mrs. Phoenix Gray as she collected herself. 

Chloe gently patted her daughter's head and asked, "Dear, you know that Gran is very old, right? She is sickly and has a frail body."

"Um, I know," Mackie nodded. Naturally, she knew that Gran was very old. She often got sick and bedridden, so she couldn't accompany Mackie and the boys to play around.

She would cough often. Sometimes she couldn't even get up by herself and needed the support of a cane. 

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Mackie always told Gran to eat more because Mommy always said that eating good food, exercising, and sleeping well were all you needed to be healthy.

But Gran said she was too old to do any of that, much to Mackie's gloom. 

"And you know, when someone is very old and sickly, they will…." Chloe stopped speaking once she realized that her lips were trembling. She felt weak again but knew she had to be strong. She needed to be the support system that her daughter needed once she got the bad news. "…they will die."

"Die?!" Mackie's eyes widened. She looked at her mother and then at the body on the tray simultaneously. "M—Mommy, Gran… she is…."

Chloe pulled her daughter closer for a comforting hug, "Yes, dear. Gran has passed away. She died because… because of old age."

Chloe didn't want to traumatize Mackie with the harsh truth that her Gran died because she was murdered. Today must've been saddening enough for her, so this was for the best. 

Mackie started sobbing in her Mommy's embrace. Though she had never had a relative who passed away before, she watched a few cartoons that talked about death, and they said that when someone died, that meant she wouldn't be able to meet them for a long time, but they would be able to meet again in heaven.

"Mommy, does that mean I can meet with Gran in heaven later?" Mackie asked.

"Yes, dear. You can meet her in heaven…." Chloe comforted me. This was also her method of comforting herself. Though she wasn't religious, she believed that as long as you did good, you'd go to heaven.

Her mother might have had a falling out with Chloe in her later years, but Judith was a good mother who took the responsibility of raising two daughters all by herself. Chloe admired her mother so much, so seeing her mother's corpse was devastating for her.

It was also a reminder that Vincent was an absolute monster that deserved no pity or forgiveness.

eαglesnᴏνel 'That man must rot in hell for all his sins!' Chloe said in her heart. 

Meanwhile, the old woman Meredith had been watching the sad scene in front of her for a while. She rolled her eyes, thinking this whole thing was pretentious and stupid.

'Why are they crying over a useless old woman like that? She is just a minimum-wage worker her entire life,' she thought. 'You shouldn't cry for insignificant trash. But you should cry if a powerful man like Mr. Vaughn Gray died, because that would be a loss for the entire world.'

She had had enough of listening to useless cries over an insignificant woman. Meredith cleared her throat to get the attention of Mackie and the four bodyguards and said, "I think we have enough of the tear jerking reunion for that useless woman. It's time for you two to meet the most important person in your world, Mrs. Chloe Gray, and you two, Mackenzie Rose Gray."

Chloe darted her eyes at the old lady standing at the corner of the room. She was on guard, and the bodyguards surrounded her immediately. 

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Chloe glared at the old lady and asked, "How did you know our name?"

"Tsk, this is why a stupid woman like you needs to be locked forever, so you can help your husband simply by existing. You're really that clueless of what's happening around you, huh?" The old lady sneered. She pulled her bouffant cap and mask so that Chloe could identify her.

Chloe's eyes widened when she saw Vincent's senior secretary, Maria. She still had the same tired and wrinkly looks, but her eyes were very vicious as if she couldn't wait to catch Chloe and shove her back to Vincent. 

Chloe naturally sensed the danger coming from the old lady. She quickly lifted Mackie and carried her. She already knew that Maria wanted to bring her back to Vincent, so she didn't need to ask for the old woman's intention. 

"I don't know how you got the information about me visiting the morgue today, but you should know that Mackie and I are well protected," Chloe said, trying to intimidate Dorothea. "I have four bodyguards around me. So if you want to keep your life, then you should leave now!"

Maria smirked. She walked towards the door, but instead of leaving, she closed the door instead. She locked them all inside the morgue and then dropped the key.

"I come well prepared, Mrs. Gray. You should know that I am very capable and efficient at what I'm doing," Maria said before she kicked the key across the room until it slipped right under one of the body bags on the floor. "I expected that you'd bring bodyguards with you today, so I brought mine as well."

"W—What do you mean?" Chloe looked around. She noticed nobody in this morgue other than them and these corpses.

Maria scoffed as she darted her eyes at the lines of corpses across the room, "You guys should get up now."

Everyone except Maria was shocked when the six body bags lining the floor suddenly moved, and six burly men unzipped themselves out of those body bags.

He cracked their fingers as they were ready to throw some punches.

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