I would rather believe they contacted the wrong person than accept that they really did reach my parents and that my parents no longer cared about Julianne, to the point they wouldn't even claim her body.
There was a brief pause on the other end of the line, as if the officer hadn't expected me to ask that.
But she quickly recovered and said, "Yes, we contacted Mr. and Mrs. Quill. Both of them said they no longer have any connection to Julianne. She's not their daughter, and her life or death has nothing to do with them."
Her firm response left me speechless again. I stared off into space for a while before snapping out of it.
"Then just do whatever you want with the body," I said.
"For unclaimed bodies, we usually donate them to medical schools for anatomical study. Would that be alright? If so, could we trouble you or someone you trust to come sign the consent form as a family member or friend?" the officer asked.
Thinking that donating her body to medical research would be the harshest punishment and also a form of redemption, I agreed.
Just as I called for the butler to ask him to go, Irvin walked in.
Ever since he found out I was pregnant, he learned that I hadn't had any issues with food, other than getting nauseous at the smell of fish. I could eat anything and had a surprisingly good appetite. So he had been delivering food several times a day.
When I complained, he would just say it was part of his plan with William and that I shouldn't turn William's kindness down.
I couldn't win the argument, so I didn't bother trying anymore.
When he came in, I was silent for a few seconds before turning to him.
"Julianne is dead," I said.
But to my surprise, he also chose to have her body donated, and we shared the same thoughts.
"Donate it. She did so many terrible things. Letting her contribute to medicine after death can be her punishment and also her redemption," he said.
I was briefly stunned to hear that, but I didn't say anything more.
Just as he was about to leave, Mom arrived. I wasn't sure if she had seen the news online, but she found out I was back and came over.
When she saw Irvin there too, she smiled as if we were all on the best of terms.
"Irvin, it's perfect that you're here. I've made some soup for Emi, come have some too," she said.
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