Madeline complained and questioned as Jeremy recalled what happened that day.

He remembered everything clearly. That day, it had been very windy and snowy. Madeline was shaking violently as she held the urn in her arms, her teeth stained with blood. She had looked as wretched as a defeated puppet. However, her eyes were protesting what he was doing in determination.

She had said, “Jeremy, kill me. I don’t want to see you again.”

She also said, “Jeremy, you’ll regret this!”

However, back then