Defending Your Mother's Murderer? Fine

On Valentine’s Day, someone stabbed my mother-in-law twenty times until she died.

So, I took the murderer to court. My wife was a renowned lawyer, but she decided to defend him.

I confronted her in anger, but she casually replied, “Derek’s younger brother is still a college student. Can’t you be a little more forgiving?

“I’ll bring Derek and his younger brother along to visit your mother’s grave. Drop the charges. Don’t let this go to trial and embarrass me when you lose the case.”

Looking at the mangled corpse full of stabbing wounds, I could not help but let out a bark of laughter.

It looked like she was still unaware that the corpse was actually her own mother.

Right after I sent the body to the mortuary, my wife, Melody, arrived with Derek and his younger brother, Richard.

When Derek saw the setup of the funeral hall, he frowned in disapproval.

“Henry, even though Melody earns a lot, you shouldn’t waste all her money on a dead person!”

Then, both Derek and Richard brazenly spat on the body.

“Do you even deserve all this, you old coot?!”

I stepped forward in fury.

However, Melody pushed me away and shielded the two of them behind her.

“They’re right. Your mother’s dead. What’s the point of wasting money on her?”

I stared at Melody in shock, and I could not believe my ears.

Ever since my mother-in-law was murdered, Melody had not shown even the slightest concern about her case.

When I filed charges against the murderer, Richard, she even expressed interest in defending him in court.

On top of that, she also pulled some strings when Richard was in jail. She spent a fortune to get him released on bail.

I thought that she could not think straight after listening to Derek’s sweet talk. That was the only answer to her ridiculous behavior.

However, it turned out that she thought my mother was the one who had been killed!

This was all too hilarious, but I found Derek’s smug look insufferable.

“Henry, get a refund this instant. This must have cost tens of thousands, right?

“When your mother was still alive, she always found ways to cheat Melody out of her money. Why are you following in her footsteps now?”

Right then, Melody wore a look of disgust on her face.

“As the saying goes, ‘the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.’

“Your mother’s a wicked and greedy woman. She deserved to be stabbed to death!”

I clenched my fists tightly. “My mother has never wronged you. Stop insulting her!”

Melody turned a deaf ear to me and said to the workers at the mortuary, “I want a refund right now. We’re not holding this funeral anymore. Do whatever you want with the body.”

Derek then pointed at a stinky ditch outside the building.

“Melody, the dead deserve respect. Why don’t we keep things simple by tossing her body over there?

“Once she’s cremated, her ashes can return directly to nature. That way, we can even save the money for an urn and burial ground.

“Henry, what do you say?” Melody smirked.

“He should thank you for your kindness.”

Right after she finished speaking, the workers proceeded to move the body.

I tried to stop them, but Melody got the men to stop me.

It hurt me to see my mother-in-law’s body carelessly dumped by the side of the smelly ditch.

Melody lost her father at a young age. So, my mother-in-law played the role of both mother and father in her life.

She made sure that Melody could attend tuition classes, even if it meant surviving on just one bun a day.

In the end, Melody did not even bother to provide her a proper funeral.

With a dull thud, Richard kicked my mother-in-law’s body into the ditch.

Then, he tried to provoke me by giving me a mocking look. “Oops, my foot slipped. You aren’t going to get mad at me, are you?”

Before I could speak, Melody glared at me.

“Richard didn’t mean it. Fetch some water and rinse her body. There’s no need to get angry about it.”

Looking at the filthy body in the ditch, I felt so angry that I laughed.

“Melody, you’ll regret this!”

I hoped that when she learned it was her mother’s body that they had treated this way, she would remember what she just said.

“What’s there for me to regret?”

Melody did not even spare her mother’s body another glance. “I came to reach a pre-trial settlement with you. I don’t want to waste time on all this nonsense,” she said in a commanding tone.

“Write Richard a pardon letter. After all, he’s still a college student. He can’t have his life ruined because of this.”

I stared at her coldly. “Impossible.”

My mother-in-law had caught Richard stealing things from Melody’s house. She tried to stop him, only to end up being stabbed by him twenty times.

To show his dissatisfaction, he deliberately avoided stabbing her vital organs so that she died slowly and in agonizing pain.