Willa put on a proud smile. “What now? You want my sister to talk me into taking you back?”

“You’re dreaming, Yohan Frost. My sister went abroad. She’s busy with school and hasn’t replied to my messages in a while.”

“She doesn’t care about your stupid problems. Even if you two used to get along, I’m still her real sister. She’ll never take your side.”

I simply nodded. “Alright.”

At that moment, Kevin’s phone rang. He answered, said a few words before hanging up.

Then, with a smug look on his face, he spoke to me, “Yohan, I just got a call. Your sister died while giving birth in that mountain village. I’m so sorry for your loss.”

I stayed silent. I knew then that Quincy hadn’t made it through after all.

But Willa didn’t care at all. Instead, she quickly asked Kevin, “Yohan’s sister is dead, but what about the project? It won’t be affected, right?”

Kevin held her arm and answered with a smile, “Don’t worry, Willa. The deal is signed. Everything’s fine.”

“Those villagers, they actually keep their word. They just wanted a college-educated girl and we gave them one. If they caused her death, that’s their problem, not ours.”

Willa let out a sigh of relief. “Good. That’s good.”

Watching them, I felt my heart grow cold. I couldn’t understand how I had ever loved someone so heartless.

A young life was gone and she didn’t even feel a thing.

Willa looked at me with disgust and spoke in a cold tone, “We’re already divorced, Yohan. Why are you still here? Well, if you apologize right now, maybe I’ll think about tearing up the divorce papers.”

I gave a bitter laugh and put my bag over my shoulder. “I just wanted to tell you one thing. You should bring my sister’s body back. At least see her one last time.”

She simply answered in a sharp tone, “Not my problem.”

I sighed. “Fine. Then at least tell me the address. I want to say goodbye to her.”

Willa glanced at Kevin briefly and then he sent me an address.

***

When I finally reached the remote mountain village, I found that Quincy had already been buried in a simple grave. There wasn’t even a tombstone, just a small mound of dirt.

I stood in front of her grave for a long time, sighed and laid down a bouquet of flowers.

Then suddenly, out of nowhere, I heard the rumble of an excavator coming closer. It was heading straight for the grave.

Shocked and furious, I rushed forward to stop it and shouted at the driver, asking why he was doing such a horrible thing.

The driver explained, “They’re turning this place into a resort. This land has already been sold a long time ago.”

“My boss told us to dig up the grave. I’m just following orders. If you’ve got a problem, just talk to the boss.”

I looked in the direction he pointed. And there, on the hillside, stood Willa and Kevin side by side. They were surrounded by people, proudly pointing and giving instructions.

Just as I turned back, the driver had already dug into the grave. He tossed my sister’s remains aside like trash and kept going.

My chest burned as I climbed up the hill.

Willa and Kevin were holding a press event there. In front of the reporters, Willa was speaking confidently about building a luxury resort, transforming the poor mountain area into a tourist destination.

She promised to bring electricity, clean water and new roads to help the villagers become rich.

The crowd cheered excitedly.

Some of the villagers called Willa a “living saint” and Kevin a “great benefactor.” They even said they wanted to build a monument in their honor.

I asked coldly, “Willa, just because you want to build a resort, you think you can dig up someone’s grave?”

The moment she saw me, her proud expression froze.

She quickly walked over and whispered through gritted teeth, “Yohan, we’re divorced. Get out of here and stay out of my sight. If you dare make a scene, I won’t let you go.”

By then, the reporters had already noticed us.

One of them said, “Isn’t that Yohan Frost, Willa’s husband? Are they having a quarrel?”

Another added, “Didn’t you see the recent news? They already got divorced, but the reason wasn’t made public.”

The thought of a scandal between rich families got the reporters excited. Cameras instantly turned toward me from every direction.

One reporter even asked boldly, “Ms. Thompson, you and your assistant seem very close. It almost looks like you’re in a relationship. Did your divorce from Yohan Frost happen because of an affair?”

Willa let out a cold laugh. “I divorced Yohan because I found out he’s a man who lives off women. He married into a rich family just for money and status. He lied and manipulated me from the start.”

“And his sister is no better, a gold digger.”

“You probably haven’t heard of this yet, but after marrying into a family in the village, she kept complaining about how poor they were and kept begging for a divorce.”

“She later died during childbirth, but instead of grieving, Yohan used her death as an excuse to come here, using her corpse just for money.”

“That's why he showed up here, confronting me during my press. He’s threatening me.”

Her lies caused the entire place into chaos.

Reporters pointed their cameras right at my face, some even streaming live. The villagers began shouting insults at me. A few even threw dirt and stones in my direction.

At that moment, a young woman pushed through the crowd. She was wearing a hiking jacket, looking like a tourist.

It was my sister, Sonya Frost.

She looked confused and asked, “Willa, who did you just say died?”