A mourning hall was set up in Mrs. Owen’s house. Because her son-in-law had died. The guests in front of the mourning house did not show sadness, but instead showed joy. They spoke with smiles on their faces: "Congratulations, Amelia, your useless son-in-law has finally died. This is good news. Your hard times will be over soon." "Yes, as soon as the useless son-in-law dies, your daughter can immediately remarry a wealthy man. I heard Mr. John who works in Amphora is willing to marry your daughter Rachel!" "If this useless person didn't die, he would have continued being a problem for your family." Amelia listened to the words of her neighbors and not only did she not get angry, but instead felt a sense of relief. Only Rachael, standing in front of the mourning hall, cried with her six-year-old daughter, not because of her husband's death, but because she thought of her daughter without a father. Amid the commotion, the thin coffin in the mourning hall suddenly made a "thump th

James was frantically packing up his things, preparing to run away. He had just heard that Peter had woken up after lying in the coffin for three days. It was unbelievable. He shuddered at the memory of Peter staring at him with his mask pulled down before he drowned in the river. If he didn't leave now, he might not be able to leave at all. After grabbing some valuable items, James slung his bag over his shoulder and was about to open the door when it suddenly burst open with a loud bang. "James, where are you going?" "Pe... Peter, what are you doing here?" James retreated as he saw Peter alive and standing before him. He had personally drowned Peter that night. How could he still be alive? Thomas closed the door with a flick of his hand and looked at the man in front of him with cold eyes. "What am I doing here? What did you do three nights ago? You haven't forgotten, have you?" At this moment, his heart was filled with killing intent. His true self had been murdered

Thomas took a deep breath and closed the news browser he had opened. He stared coldly at Keira for a few seconds. At that moment, she felt like she was being stared at by a fierce beast. "Rumor has it that this guy was possessed by a demon, which is why he lay in a coffin for three days and then came back to life." "Is that true? Otherwise, why would his eyes look so terrifying?" At that moment, someone walked in and asked Isn't this the famous Peter? I heard he placed a bet on his wife. Hey, how come you're alive again? I must be seeing ghosts." "Your information is outdated. This guy faked his death, lay in a coffin for three days, and then came back to life. Hey, his luck is so bad that even the devil rejected him. If I were his wife, I would have killed him with a knife. What a fool." Thomas stood up and said, "How much is for the keyboard? I'll compensate you accordingly." Keira was furious and said, "Can you afford it? You're a pathetic loser who only has 30 dollar

"What? Kidnapped by Draco?" "Where did they take her?" "What's going on?" Amelia quickly took her hand out of Thomas's pocket and asked anxiously, not caring about the money anymore. Thomas was also shocked, and then a wave of anger surged up in his heart. Although he was not Emma's biological father, he could not let her suffer for what her father caused. Immediately he said angrily, "Draco is stubborn and must be given a profound lesson." As soon as he finished speaking, Amelia suddenly raised her hand and slapped Thomas in the face. He was caught off guard and didn't expect this to happen. He was stunned and left a bright red handprint on half of his face. Amelia said angrily, "Isn't all of this caused by you? If you didn’t gamble with Draco, would he be able to find our home and kidnap Emma? Do you think he's a trustworthy person? Look, that beast's goal is to get Rachael for himself. He won't give up until he gets her. It's all your fault." Thomas was speechless. This sla

"Can you cure my grandfather's leg? Do you know how many doctors have tried and failed to cure him?" Michael’s expression showed that he didn't believe Thomas's words at all. For they had consulted numerous doctors, both domestic and foreign, including experts in Indian and Western medicine. There were at least ninety, if not a hundred, but none of them could cure the old man's leg disease. Whenever the old injury flared up, he would be writhing in pain, rolling around in bed. And now, a young man dared to claim that he could cure him? It was ridiculous! If at first, Michael had wanted to befriend Thomas after seeing him fight off those thugs without backing down, but hearing what they said about him, he didn’t feel like befriending someone like that. Just then, a sharp female voice sounded, "Peter, with your mediocre massage skills, how dare you claim to be able to reset his bones? The technicians at the foot bath shop are better than you. Don't come here and deceive people