I tried my best to fight back, but they held me down tightly.
When the cold needle pierced my skin, my already broken heart completely shattered. Even the last bit of feeling I had left for Zayn disappeared without a trace.
I didn’t know how many times they stabbed me— the pain was so sharp that I almost passed out.
Through my fading consciousness, I heard one of the bodyguards say, “Mr. Flynn said this thing needs to be thrown away too.”
The other replied, “Let’s just flush it down the toilet. It’s only a bunch of clay anyway.”
I realized they were talking about my sister’s ashes. With all my remaining strength, I grabbed one of the men by the pant leg.
I begged in a trembling voice, “Please… don’t throw them away… I’ll give you anything you want, just please don’t…”
The bodyguard kicked my hand off impatiently and said coldly, “We know what’s worth keeping and what’s just garbage.”
“Madam, these are Mr. Flynn’s orders—we can’t disobey.”
With that, he picked up the bits of clay and walked toward the bathroom.