Meanwhile, the Huerta Family was beyond our reach.
Until we accidentally saved Mrs. Huerta's life.
Mrs. Huerta was Garry's mother and Jarvis's grandmother.
It was her who facilitated the marriage between me and my best friend to Garry and Jarvis.
I could feel that Garry liked me a little bit.
But this love was nothing compared to his first love Quinn when she returned from abroad.
In fact, this love even caused my only relative to lose his life.
In the face of the Huerta Family's power, we could not even seek justice for our loved ones.
I hugged my best friend and said, “Let's go, as far away from them as possible.”
We sent our parents' bodies to the funeral home for cremation.
After getting the ashes, we went back to the Huerta Family's old house to meet Mrs. Huerta.
Seeing my best friend and I standing in front of her holding our relatives' ashes, Mrs. Huerta choked up and could not utter a word to plead for us.
She grabbed my hand and my best friend's hand and said something bitterly after a long while, “I am sorry. The Huerta Family is willing to compensate you.”
I smiled bitterly and said, “Mrs. Huerta, no need to do that. We just don’t want to continue this marriage.”
Mrs. Huerta had a complicated look in her eyes and finally returned the marriage certificate my best friend and I had without her agreement.
The Huerta Family was a traditional large family and a marriage certificate should be approved by the head family. If not, then our marriage was not official enough.
I still remembered that Garry and Jarvis expressed their sincerity in marrying me and my best friend.
They wrote a marriage certificate with their own blood, implying that they would be loyal to us forever.
They were sincere to us then. But that sincerity came and disappeared quickly, like an illusory phenomenon.
My best friend and I curled our lips in a wry smile.
That time, without this marriage certificate, Garry and Jarvis were free.
After doing all this, my best friend and I changed out of our wedding dresses.
When we were packing our luggage to leave, Garry and Jarvis came back, bringing back Quinn with him.
Garry's eyes fell on the suitcase at my feet and his face darkened as he asked, “Where do you want to escape to? I haven't settled the score with you for hiring someone to bully Quinn!”
I ignored her and walked out holding my best friend's hand.
I knew they would not believe us no matter what we said, so I just want to escape from this suffocating place with my best friend.
As we walked to the door, Quinn's aggrieved voice came over, “Garry, Jarvis, if Maribel and her don't want to apologize, then no problem, don't force them. I don't want you to quarrel with Maribel and her friend because of me again.”
After saying this, Jarvis slammed the door in front of my best friend and I then locked it.
My heart suddenly tightened.
Garry looked at me with a gloomy gaze and a cold chill broke out in his eyes as he ordered, “You two, kneel down and apologize to Quinn!”
The violent tone was like a knife, cutting a big hole in my heart and it hurt so much that I could not breathe.
Jarvis was too lazy to even speak. He kicked my best friend on the leg and forced her to kneel in front of Quinn.
Before I could react, Garry grabbed my hair tightly.
The pain from my scalp tearing almost made me unable to open my eyes and by the time I caught my breath, I knelt before the culprit who killed my father.
Quinn leaned close to my and my best friend's ears and every word he said was heart-wrenching, “Do you know your father was killed by your own hands, right?”
My best friend and I suddenly widened our eyes.
Quinn curled the corners of her mouth and spoke in a light tone, “Your father was not only beaten to death.”
