She looked youthful and lively in her beige floral dress in the sunshine.
"Dad, I heard that you have a big case to deal with today. I'm worried that you will forget to eat, so I came to bring you food."
When she saw our father, she walked briskly and smiled as she brushed past me, covered in a white cloth and reeking of the corpse.
Dad stepped forward and carefully wanted to hold Chelsea in his arms. He said in a gentle and relieved tone, "Chelsea, you're so sweet. Let's go away. It's dirty and smelly here."
As he spoke, he gently covered Chelsea's eyes and said, "Don't look over there. I don't want to see you have nightmares at night."
I sneered. How could she have nightmares?
Someone who saw this scene sighed, "Chelsea is so sensible. How envious. I feel so bad for the victim. Perhaps like Chelsea, she used to be the apple of her parents' eyes, too."
"Indeed. Bob is so lucky to have two sweet daughters. I envy you so much, Bob."
Bob Wise was my father. He stopped smiling and said, "Not exactly. I only have one sensible daughter. The other one is here to collect debts."
I wanted to stay far away from Dad and Chelsea, and I was surprised that he suddenly mentioned me.
Looking at my father's serious expression as he explained, I instinctively covered my chest.
I didn't feel stuffy or painful.
That made sense. I was already dead.
Arnold couldn't help but comfort him, "Don't say that. Rosa always claims she's here to study, but everyone knows she's here to see you. Who do you think clean your office? It's always so spotless. And I've seen her refill your regular meds all the time..."
My father sneered, "She's considerate? It's Chelsea's birthday today, and she didn't even call. Instead, she made more than twenty phone calls yesterday when transferring the house. She doesn't care about any family affection at all. She only cares about money. Why should I give a damn about such a heartless person?
"As for my meds, if it wasn't for her, how did I get sick from overwork?"
I couldn't help but smile bitterly. My body probably started to stink before Chelsea celebrated her birthday.
How was I supposed to call?
Besides, he shouldn't blame me for him falling sick. These days, I had been relying on myself.
He worked overtime and got sick all because of Chelsea, the apple of his eye.