All eyes turned to the furious Matthew. An elderly neighbor spoke up. "What are you trying to do? You're a monster."

"Shut up!" Matthew roared, angrily approaching while pointing his finger at me. "Chloe, what more do you want? My mom is dead... Dead!"

He let out a hysterical yell, then angrily advanced. However, when he saw Atlas standing beside me, he abruptly stopped.

He glared at me and continued, "How dare you take her away? Do you want to ruin my family? I still have to handle the funeral. She has to stay to handle the funeral!"

My gaze was icy as I said, "Your mom doesn't want to see her."

I left the hospital with my family, leaving Matthew shouting behind.

Back home, my mom asked, "What about Grace’s funeral? What should we do?"

I glanced at my mother, leaning weakly into her embrace. "Mom, we've already sent her off. She has a son. I've done what I could and what I shouldn't do, too. I have a clear conscience. It's enough now."

Everyone understood what I meant and nod