Chapter 293 In This Lifetime, It Has to Be Him
Emma said, "Alright, the wedding begins."
Isabella suddenly spoke up, "I don't agree with this marriage!"
"What did you say?" Emma's voice abruptly stopped, her cold questioning carrying a hint of harshness.
"I don't agree with this marriage," Isabella repeated loudly, "Matthew, say something!"
Matthew did not answer her.
"Bella, it's too late now. You're getting married today, whether you like it or not!" Emma said, pressing Isabella's head down again.
Isabella said, "I am already married. How can I marry again?"
Emma said, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Isabella took in everything around her, her first reaction was to look at Matthew.
At this moment, Matthew was wearing a black patterned wedding suit, with a flower pinned to his chest. His posture was limp, his head drooping lifelessly to one side, devoid of any vitality.
Even though she had suspected it, seeing this scene still left Isabella speechless with shock. Matthew was dead!
Emma said, "Bella, don't talk nonsense!"
Isabella shook her head. "Emma, I have long been Seb's woman and we have a child. In this life, I will only marry him. Even if you force my head down today to hold this absurd wedding with Matthew, I will never truly belong to Matthew!"
Emma gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with hatred. "Isabella, do you know that Matthew gave up his life for you? He sacrificed so much, and this is how you repay him? You are so ungrateful!"
Isabella shook her head, unable to understand Emma at this moment. "You really need to stop this madness. Matthew is already dead, so let him rest in peace!"
"What are you talking about?" Emma glared at her viciously, her arm gently cradling Matthew's corpse. "I am his mother. I would never do anything to hurt him. Isabella, do you know that even in his final moments, Matthew was still thinking of you? That's how much he loved you."
Isabella said, "If he truly loved me, he wouldn't have caused so much trouble. You and Charles always claimed to love Matthew, but you two were the ones who tormented him the most!"
"Shut up!" Emma shouted. "I won't let you speak of Matthew that way! Matthew was the best child in the world. He was sensible, obedient, gentle, kind, and warm. He was everything a mother could ask for. And you... you ruined him! It's all your fault, Isabella!"
Emma wiped away her tears and said, "Matthew, I couldn't help you be with the one you loved while you were alive, but after your passing, I will bring her to your side."
She straightened up, pulled out a bottle of gasoline from the corner, opened the cap, and started pouring it everywhere.
"Emma!" No matter how Isabella shouted, Emma seemed not to hear, frantically pouring gasoline.
At this moment, the sound of police sirens suddenly came from outside.
Emma paused, her fierce gaze sweeping towards Isabella. "You told Seb?"
"Yes," Isabella seized the last chance to persuade Emma to turn back, "Emma, please stop. I don't know how Matthew died, but I guess he must have been really desperate, so he finallychose this path."
Emma and Charles raised a child with a dual personality, and ultimately, they destroyed Matthew with their own hands!
Isabella glanced at Matthew. His expression was serene, as if he had not suffered much pain or agony in death, but rather left with a sense of comfort and relief.
Isabella said, "I think, maybe Matthew was atoning for you, or maybe for Charles. If he saw you like this, he would be very pained."
"Emma, the dead cannot come back to life. If you believe in spirits, you should know that when parents do bad things, their children suffer in the afterlife. Maybe Matthew's spirit is watching you right now."
Perhaps Isabella's last words struck a chord with Emma. Emma's expression stiffened, and she began to look around. "Matthew, are you really here? Can you hear me?"
Emma searched frantically, pulling at anything in her way. Her voice gradually took on a crying tone. "Matthew, please come out to see me, won't you? I miss you so much! I really miss you!"
Emma had gone mad. She had lost her mind. Sometimes she cried loudly, sometimes she laughed hysterically, muttering to herself, "Matthew, I can't bear to lose you. How can I live without you? Why didn't you wait for me? Why did you leave me alone?"
Isabella watched this scene, feeling a deep sense of discomfort. She hadn't expected that Matthew's parting that day would be their final farewell.
Matthew, she should hate him. But now, with his life gone, she found she couldn't muster the hatred.
A shadow fell across the cabin door, and Isabella knew Seb was there.
In the corner, Emma suddenly stood up. She pulled out a lighter, and with a click, a flame ignited.
At that moment, Seb's figure appeared at the door. "Bella."
"Stay back!" Isabella shouted.
But she couldn't stop Seb, nor could she stop Emma.
As Seb stepped in, the lighter fell to the ground. In an instant, the flame ignited, spreading through the gasoline-soaked room in the blink of an eye.
