I Smashed My Young Mistress's Coffin with an Axe to Prove She Was Still Alive
Previously: When Mia, a young maid, noticed her deceased mistress's hands were still warm, she did the unthinkable. Snatching an axe, she shattered the coffin lid, uncovering a dark family conspiracy.
The Dark Conspiracy Exposed
The parlor erupted into absolute chaos. Eleanor, ignoring her son's frantic protests, reached into the splintered mahogany casket. With Mia's help, she gently lifted Emma's weak, shivering body. Emma's eyes fluttered open, glassy and unfocused, but she was undeniably alive. She gasped for air, her chest rising and falling rapidly as the suffocating atmosphere of the sealed box was replaced by the cool parlor air.
"Get her back in there!" Arthur panicked, his voice rising to a screech. "She's suffering from post-mortem spasms! It’s a medical anomaly! Call an ambulance, but keep everyone back!"
But the mourners were no longer listening to him. The illusion of his grief had completely shattered. Mia stood protectively in front of Emma, holding the axe like a shield. She could see the sheer terror in Emma's eyes—not from the coffin, but from the sight of her own father.
Emma clutched her grandmother's arm, her voice a weak, raspy thread. "He... he gave me the tea," she whispered, her finger trembling as she pointed directly at Arthur. "He told me it would help me sleep. I couldn't move... I couldn't scream... but I could hear everything."
A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. Eleanor stared at her son in absolute horror. "Arthur... what did you do?" she whispered, her voice shaking with a mix of grief and maternal betrayal.
Arthur’s panic turned into cold, calculating desperation. He knew his secret was out. As the sole trustee of Emma's massive inheritance from her late mother, Arthur had been secretly embezzling millions. Emma had discovered the discrepancies just days prior and threatened to go to the police. To save himself from ruin, Arthur had used a rare paralytic toxin to mimic death, planning to bury his own daughter alive to secure the family fortune forever.
Seeing the crowd turn against him, Arthur backed toward the parlor doors. "You're all insane," he hissed, reaching into his coat pocket. "This maid poisoned her mind! I am the victim here!" But his shaking hands and darting eyes betrayed his guilt. He turned to flee, but Mia was faster.
”He turned to flee, but Mia was faster.