The Good Girl's Revenge

Amelia was so angry that she almost fell off her wheelchair. Dug grave. What was Derek thinking? Did he try to make a "Deadman" turn in her grave?

However, she couldn't even stop this man in her current state, so she immediately took out her cell phone and called Damian.

She didn't want to contact anyone at the Xaviers, but she couldn't just sit by and watch Derek mess around here.

"What? Boss is...”

Hearing Amelia's words, Damian felt he was not himself. He knew that Derek was deeply affected by Meredith's death, but he didn't expect it to be so serious.

Could Derek, who was as cold as ever, do such things?

If such news went out, his reputation would be ruined.

After all, this was a rather unethical approach.

"I'll be right there!"

As the situation admitted of no delay, Damian rushed over as soon as he knew where they were. By the time he found them, Derek was about to dig out the urn. Damian immediately stopped him, regardless of the fact that Derek was his boss.

"Boss, stop... Stop disturbing her... You'll make her restless..."

Damian also choked at the thought of the woman whom he had been with all day and night had turned into a cluster of ashes and slept here alone. But in the end, he needed to stop Derek.

The man's face was grim and unmoved. "How can she be at peace here... I'll take her back. Falling leaves settle on their roots. Don't you understand?" he insisted.

Damian's forehead was dripping with sweat. Derek was too stubborn to listen to others. "Boss, it's illegal to dig a grave without permission.”

"Meredith is my woman, the mother of my child. I want to take away her ashes. Is that illegal?" "But... Right now, your fiancée is... Miss Bennett.”

"Fiancée..."

Derek sneered. He had promised to get engaged to Chloe in the first place for Meredith's safety. Now that she was dead, why should he keep the invalid promise?

"Chloe has nothing to do with me. I have to take Meredith back."

With a pale face, Damian was bewildered about what else to do. Soon, Derek's efforts paid off, and an urn was revealed in front of everyone.

It was an exceptionally ordinary urn, but Derek bent over and carefully picked it up as if he had seen the most precious treasure in the world.

He stroked the cold, smooth surface with affection in his eyes... She came back and was lying quietly in his arms.

Everyone present was lost for words when they saw his expression.

Amelia, in particular, almost fainted at the sight of this and came over in a wheelchair, crying. "Derek, can you stop pretending? What are you pretending to be? Where were you when she was suffering? Do you think you're doing this to her? Put your things down!" she yelled.

Amelia grabbed Derek's arm and squeezed it out with all her might.

She was on the verge of a breakdown because of the man’s insane behavior. Oh goodness. Did Derek want to keep Meredith in his sight after she died and be with him forever?

"Damian, put her back.”

Derek didn't seem to feel any pain. He held the urn in his arms contentedly for fear that anyone touched it.

Damian was also helpless, pulling away Amelia, who was emotional. “I'm sorry, I can't do anything about it. Let me send you back."

Damian knew that no one could stop Derek from making his decision. The only thing he could do was to send Meredith's mother back home and make sure nothing else happens.

"That bastard, how could he..."

Although she knew that the urn was not her daughter, Amelia was genuinely worried.

A mad man like Derek might able to find Meredith one day. How could she protect her from being hurt again?

Derek returned to the country overnight.

Having achieved his goal, he had no reason to stay here any longer. He would never want to take another step in this country.

Here, he lost the most important woman in his life.

Instead of going back to the Xaviers, he went to the apartment that Meredith had rented. He just wanted to be alone now.

The small apartment had been empty for a long time, and everything inside was covered in a thin layer of dust.

Derek walked in without a trace of disgust. He carefully placed the things in his arms and then lay on the sofa in a daze.

Now, he didn't want to think about anything, nor would he cry. He just felt that his heart was empty as if something was missing.

"Meredith... You're really dead... Don't you hate me?"

Derek curled up on the sofa. "Since you hate me so much, come to me in my dreams. You should come to me for revenge..." he said to himself.

Derek muttered, and then he gradually lost his consciousness. After days of spinning and turning, his body could not bear it. He almost fell into a coma.

Derek didn't wake up until it was getting dark for some time.

In the darkness, the man’s choking voice was filled with despair. "Are you not even willing to meet me in my dream?"

When he got up, Derek held the box in his hand again. He never believed in anything groundless, but at this moment, he hoped that Meredith could come to his dream.

At the very least, let him know that she had existed in his own world, not in a dream, and woke up with nothing.

Just as the man stubbornly held the urn, his cell phone rang.

It was from Chloe.

Now, more than half a month had passed since the two were engaged.

Apart from the time he found Derek and was ignored, Chloe never even saw him again.

Although Derek said he was going abroad to deal with things, Chloe didn't think so.

"Derek, I found out you're back. You... Where are you?"

Hearing the woman's cautious voice, Derek sneered. "Where am I? What does it have to do with you?"

"After all, we are engaged!"

"Then quit it."

There was a chill in Derek's eyes. Since the chip that threatened him was gone, why did he keep a woman he didn’t love with him?

"You... What are you talking about?"

Chloe was shocked. They were engaged, and the whole world knew about their relationship. How could he...

"I'm serious. Chloe, We'll annul the engagement. You're not the woman I want to marry."