I suddenly sat up and rushed over to snatch my grandma's ashes back.
Jared blocked Wendy in front of him.
I ignored his obstruction and tried to get past him to snatch the urn.
Jared placed his hands over Wendy's, and she felt the unexpected touch on the back of her hands, causing her to release her grip involuntarily.
The sound of shattering porcelain was sharp and jarring, echoing through the silent hall. A sudden gust of wind blew through the open door, dispersing my grandma's ashes.
Tears streamed down my face as I stumbled over and collected the scattered ashes bit by bit.
"Vera, don't go too far with your acting. You followed me here, and now you've brought a stranger to act with you," Jared was not happy with the situation.
The staff couldn't bear to see it and helped me out, bringing me a new urn. I remained silent throughout the process.
Jared looked at me like this, perhaps feeling a little guilty. He let go of Wendy and walked slowly to my side, gently stroking my back and softly saying above, "Vera, it's my fault. The weather has been cloudy and rainy these days, and I've been with Wendy the whole time, neglecting to accompany you properly. I'll make it up to you next time. We've been together for so long that a few days won't make a difference. Be good, let's go home."
Jared tried to help me up with a gentle force, but I ignored him and remained sitting there.
Jared, who had always had no patience for others, darkened her face and said in a low voice, "Vera, stop while you're ahead. Taking care of Wendy is my responsibility; you don't need to make trouble."
Wendy's car accident was caused by Jared's drunkenness when he missed his first love that night. They both believed that it was only right for him to take care of Wendy personally.
I found it ridiculous that my life and Wendy's were just substitutes, yet we both wanted to hold on to the person in front of us. What was the difference between me and Wendy in this regard? It was just that I had realized it.
I sneered.
Jared had enough of my unresponsive attitude and said, "Vera, don't go too far. You should think about your grandma."
He knew that my grandma was my weak spot. Faced with the high cost of treatment, I could only beg him.
"Grandma? Jared, so you still remember my grandma," I sneered.