Kelvin's knees became weak, and his voice sounded uneasy.

"About that, Mr. Miller, I'm a materialist, but I still think that we should let the deceased rest in peace. It's the middle of the night. We shouldn't disturb Ms. Miller's rest. What if she gets angry and comes out of her coffin?"

Ethan wasn't in the mood for nonsense. Kelvin wasn't as sharp as Brent.

"Get some people here. I want this grave opened and the coffin dug up!" Ethan ordered.

"Understood."

Kelvin has done many good and bad things in his life, but he had never done something so immoral.

As he dug up the grave, he muttered, "Don't hate me for this, Ms. Miller. I'm just the one taking orders. If you have a complaint, please take it up with your brother.

"He's the one responsible for this. And he's not afraid of ghosts."

Ethan didn't idle around. He was the one who dug the fastest. He ignored Kelvin's suggestion to stay out of the rain.

He even started kneeling on the ground, moving away the dirt with his ha