The warm sunshine covered the entire Valley Cemetery.
Emily Snow, wearing a white long dress with blood-like mottles, stepped out of the car with slender legs and walked heavily to the wedding venue.
In front of her, the empty white lacquer table was filled with white roses, just like the smile of Grace Heart before her death, which was breathtaking and made Emily Snows heart uneasy.
She had imagined countless times her wedding with Ethan Hunt, a white church, pink roses, little flower children flying with petals, and under the blessing of relatives, they slowly entered the palace of marriage.
But that was just a fantasy.
At this moment, her wedding scene was a mountain, a tombstone, and Heather Stream, who hated her to the bone, became the only audience...
Emily Snow stopped in front of Ethan Hunt.
"Kneel down and kowtow," Ethan Hunt pointed to the tombstone in front of Graces grave, and the cold air on his face was enough to bring the winter snow ahead of time.
"I have followed your instructions to wear the clothes Grace wore when she died and appeared at the place you designated. Ethan, do you... really have to treat me like this?" Emily Snow stood there motionless, because dignity made her unable to kneel down!
"Unwilling so soon? Then, death, are you willing?" Ethan Hunts eyes were cold, and he grabbed Emily Snows body and threw it onto the tombstone.
The white forehead hit the marble, and the corner of the mouth was instantly filled with the taste of blood.
The blood left on the tombstone flowed down along the four striking words "Beloved Wife Grace."
"I dont understand, how can you believe that Graces death has nothing to do with me. I admit that my dad did pay her to leave you, but I stopped it before it happened. My dad is not the last person who saw Grace." The blood added to Emily Snows stubborn face, showing a weird charm, and she seemed to feel no pain, or maybe the pain in her heart has already surpassed everything.
Repeating the explanation over and over again, she was not tired of it, just because this person is the man she has always loved deeply, just because her father is still being wrongly imprisoned for this matter!
"Emily Snow, you are so shameless, my sister used her last breath before she died to write the name of the murderer William South with blood, and you dare to argue like this, are you not afraid that my sister will become a fierce ghost in the afterlife to seek revenge on you?" Heather Stream accused fiercely, and her words made everyone who had seen the scene recall the bloody scene.
Yes, she is Graces sister, and even more in love with Ethan Hunt than her sister.
So, she will not let Emily Snow, the scapegoat, have any chance to turn the table!
"Heather Stream, you have no right to stir up trouble here. In the end, you are just a servant in our South family." Emily Snow has never been a pushover, allowing her to be manipulated and insulted at will.
Seven days ago, she realized that the South family had raised two vicious wolves for so many years.
"Emily Snow, listen to me. Kneel down! Kowtow 100 times to Qin Qin, and then roll back to the tomb villa, otherwise, next years today will be the anniversary of your fathers death in prison." Ethan Hunt kicked Emily Snow, who was holding onto the tombstone, to kneel in front of the grave, and then turned away indifferently.
"Emily Snow, are you satisfied with this wedding? I will let you taste what it means to be alive is worse than death, this... is just the beginning." Heather Stream whispered, showing an evil that makes peoples bones cold.
Emily Snow clenched her fists and tried to endure. She understood that she could not continue to be impulsive now, her fathers life is still in Ethan Hunts hands!
After half-propping her body and watching the two men leave, Emily Snow understood that for her father, she had to kowtow!
A word from Ethan Hunt can shock the entire New York City, and he can do anything now.
Emily Snows head hit the cold ceramic tiles, and every time she raised her head, the smiling face in her eyes became more and more brilliant...