Chapter 2My Doormat Bestie Wants to be My Mom

The police called my parents.

A criminal with a knife broke into the kindergarten. To stall him and give the kids time to escape, I was stabbed seventeen times and died.

Their first question was:

How much is the compensation?

Then they came in a hurry, collected the compensation money in a hurry, rushed back home in a hurry, and bought a house for their precious son, "Glory of Ancestors," to get married in a hurry.

But they didn't even come to see me once, not even in a hurry.

Instead, it was this idiot Chloe, crying until her eyes were swollen like walnuts.

Running around busily.

She didn't take a penny, even spent her own money to handle my funeral.

Luckily she was fast.

Otherwise, my parents, after reacting, would have sold me for a "ghost marriage" to scrape together some renovation money for my "good brother."

I wonder if this coward Chloe fainted when she saw the big hole in my stomach.

Looking at Chloe standing in front of me, twisting her fingers like a child who did something wrong.

My nose felt sour.

But I was still so angry!

"Throw all this trash out! Wipe everything down with disinfectant three times!

"And scrub the toilet five times!"

Hearing my fierce command, Chloe laughed instead of crying:

"Mission accepted!"

Chloe huffed and puffed as she worked, and I supervised every step.

Everything seemed peaceful.

Until the old door was banged loudly, "Bang bang bang!"

"Open the door!"