Chapter 2 Buried Alongside Her

Marissa was seething with anger for being mistaken for someone else.

Her carefully laid plans had been completely ruined by Connor, and even if she were to regain her freedom in the future, she would be a divorced woman.

This blind and rude bastard!

She was consumed by the desire to tear Connor apart.

Yet, at this moment, she was powerless to defend herself. His overbearing and aggressive presence forced her into submission once again.

As the sun set, casting its last golden light, their car pulled into the opulent grounds of Daniels Manor.

No sooner had Connor pulled her from the car than a distressed butler hurried over with urgent news.

"Mr. Daniels, you must come quickly. Your grandma has collapsed again and they're trying to revive her. This is the third time she's fainted. The doctors say her heart is failing, and her condition is... very critical..."

Connor's expression twisted into one of anger.

Marissa instinctively recoiled, sensing the murderous intent emanating from him.

Before she could react, he grabbed her by the throat and slammed her against the car door.

His grip was that of a madman, his hand tightening around her neck to the point where she nearly passed out.

"You better hope my grandmother gets through this! If she doesn't, I'll make sure you're buried alongside her!"

With one last menacing squeeze, Connor let her go and stormed off towards the mansion.

Gasping for air, Marissa clutched her bruised throat and coughed painfully.

"Ugh... Ahem..."

The sensation of being so close to death left her both terrified and seething with anger.

This man was completely insane!

He still hadn't realized that he had married the wrong woman.

Given his current unstable and aggressive demeanor, if his grandmother passed away, she was certain she'd be buried alive alongside her!

To ensure her survival until the truth came out, she knew she must try to save his grandmother.

With that resolve, she gathered her strength and followed Connor into the mansion.

Inside the bedroom, Arabella Daniels, an elderly lady with silver hair, was lying motionless on the bed.

Medical personnel were desperately attempting to save her, but the monitors tracking her vitals indicated her blood pressure and heart rate were critically low. She was indeed on the brink of death.

Connor stopped at the doorway, his face strained. Marissa, trailing behind him, held her breath.

Suddenly, the heart monitor's rhythmic beeping stopped, replaced by a continuous flat tone.

The medical team paused briefly before resuming their intense efforts to resuscitate Arabella.

However, Arabella's heart remained unresponsive.

The lead doctor finally said somberly, "Mrs. Daniels has passed away. Please accept our condolences."

Connor was in denial. His eyes, already reddened, became wild with grief.

"I don't accept this! Keep trying! Use whatever means necessary, regardless of the cost!"

The doctor sighed and said, "Mr. Daniels, your grandma's heart has stopped. Further attempts are futile."

Connor was on the verge of a breakdown.

He had lost his parents at a young age, and it was his grandmother who had raised him. She was the closest family he had.

"No, Grandma can't just go like this! She wanted to see me married and meet her great-grandchildren. She said only that would bring her peace!"

The room fell eerily quiet, everyone too apprehensive to speak. Finally, Neil Daniels, Connor's brother, broke the silence with a scornful remark. "Enough, Connor. What's the point of saying all this now?"

He was Connor's eldest brother, twenty-three years older than him.

His words were sharply cutting.

"Grandma died stressed out because of your runaway fiancee. Her death is your fault. You can't even handle a woman. How are we supposed to trust you with running the whole family? If you feel any remorse for Grandma, hand over the family leadership and shares, and step down from managing the family business!"

Connor's lips tightened as he tried to contain his emotions.

Neil had always been bitter that their grandmother had entrusted Connor with the shares and family leadership instead of him, her eldest grandchild. He never missed a chance to pin a blame on Connor.

Usually, Connor didn't let Neil's accusations slide and always had a retort ready to keep his conniving brother in check.

But today, Connor had no desire to argue. He was too overwhelmed by grief and wanted his grandmother to rest in peace.

But Glenn Daniels, Connor's third elder brother, who used a wheelchair, couldn't stand it any longer.

"Neil, Grandma chose Connor to be in charge. It's unseemly for you to try to take the family leadership and shares now!"

"Glenn, since when do you have a say in this family?" Neil's wife, Lorna Daniels, jumped in sharply before Neil could respond, her voice laden with sarcasm. Despite her carefully applied makeup, her malicious nature was evident.

"Connor doesn't have the integrity required for his position. It's only right that he hands over the family leadership and shares! And you, contributing nothing from that wheelchair, think you deserve a share too?" Lorna was known for her harsh words, and she hit exactly where it hurt.

As expected, Glenn grimaced, gripping his knee, rendered speechless by the distress.

Marissa observed the family drama silently from the sidelines, uninterested in their squabbles.

While the others argued, she had been closely observing Arabella's condition.

As the argument intensified, Marissa said calmly, "Mrs. Daniels can still be saved..."