I watched him shake my father’s ashes all over the floor and I wanted to catch it, but I couldn’t break free.
My eyes were blurred with tears and I wailed in pain, “Darren, my father is dead! Dead! Killed by you! Why do you still want to desecrate his ashes like this! You asked me to call him, but you went to the underworld to call him! Give my father back to me!”
Darren saw me so hysterical for the first time and he panicked for a moment.
Signing them to let me go, I fell to my knees and picked up my father’s ashes.
The heart-wrenching pain. My father was in such a miserable state now.
Darren’s phone rang and the person on the other end of the phone stammered, “Boss, we found the construction site. Mrs. Gray’s father died suddenly the day before yesterday and Mrs. Gray has cremated him.”
Darren’s body swayed and he fell in front of me, his face twisted and painful. He moved the corners of his mouth in disbelief.
