---- Chapter 258 laptop was the only expensive thing | had bought for myself. "Is she really dead? Where's the body?" Maybe | had been a wondering ghost for too long. Somehow, | saw Laura shiver a little. Once again, | was hoping she cared about me. "Mom, at this moment, are you sad for me at all?" After a brief hesitation, the policeman took out the photo of my half corpse and handed it to Laura. She gave it one glance and began gagging, her hand propped against the wall.

"Her husband dismembered the body and flushed it down the drain. "But don't worry. We'll find the rest of her body..." However, Laura interrupted him, "No need." ---- Chapter 258 With that, she slammed the door shut. Seemingly exhausted, she leaned against the wall, her hand covering her mouth. She looked back, hoping Remy could come and support her, only to find he was showing off to his friend on the phone. "Come to my home tomorrow.

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My sister's new laptop is mine now!" Remy didn't pay attention to Laura, just like she had never paid attention to me. That night, as usual, they had a big dinner and talked and laughed at the table. Only Laura kept looking at the doll on the couch. It had been my favorite. Then, Remy said he liked it. So, Laura took it from me and gave it to Remy. When Remy was tired of it, he just tossed it on the couch. It was the only thing belonging to me in the house.

Seeing it again, | felt as if my heart was being ripped. ---- Chapter 258 Laura left the table, picked up the doll, and looked attentively. Remy glanced at her. "Isn't that Grace's doll? Just throw it away. It's bad luck." Remy snatched the doll away from Laura and tossed it into the trash can. A piece of paper fell out of it. It had been wrinkled. Upon seeing it, my ghost trembled. My dad saw it, too. Before Laura could do it, he picked it up. | had poured my heart out onto the paper.

Now, it was being read. The words "| wanna die" were written all over the paper. The ink had sunk through it. It was my way of expressing my sadness and pain. My dad was surprised at first. Then, he tore the paper into pieces. "It's good that she's dead! That jinx should've