"You've arrived just in time. We can dig out your mother's bones later so we don't have to throw them in the trash, polluting the environment."
With a slight nod, he began digging the grave with shovels.
"No!"
I was about to stop him when the bodyguards around me pinned me to the ground.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
The bodyguards looked embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Russell. Miss Hamilton says that her brother is ill, so his wish should be prioritized."
"Him? Prioritized?"
"But those are my mother's ashes! Let me go!"
"Shut up!" Richard shouted as he stepped on my fingers, squeezing them hard.
The louder I screamed, the harder he stomped on me. I watched helplessly as my mother's bone fragments were dug out and scattered to the ground by the wind. Meanwhile, I was struggling to scrape the ground with my fingertips so badly that I left a trail of blood.
Richard only released his grip when he saw me struggling until I was exhausted. He held the dog's urn and was about to place it in my mother's grave. Suddenly, I stood up with all my strength. I slapped the pink urn away with one hand.