I had already expected he wouldn’t treat his own mother’s ashes with any dignity.
But when I saw the torn, flimsy packaging and the ashes spilling everywhere as he handed it over, my rage broke free.
“Ethan, have you lost every shred of human decency just to protect your little lover and destroy the evidence?” I demanded coldly.
“Bullshit! What evidence did I destroy?” Ethan’s expression turned dark and vicious.
He threw the box of ashes on the floor and roared,
“Sophia Reed, I’m a doctor, not a god! People die in our hospital every day. Your mother’s death has nothing to do with me!”
I took a deep breath, knelt down, and picked up the box.
Inside, barely half of the ashes were left.
“The dead deserve respect. You call yourself a doctor, but you can’t even give the deceased the basic dignity they deserve!”
Ethan’s face twisted with impatience.
“The crematorium burns so many bodies every day—those ashes all get mixed up anyway. What does it matter? As long as there’s enough to bury, that’s all you need.”
I let out a bitter laugh.
How could a human being say something so callous?
“Dr. Walker, Mrs. Walker, please don’t fight. This is all my fault.”
Lily suddenly burst into tears, interrupting us.