Then he turned to me, his eyes cold, his voice laced with disdain.
“You left your sister’s body in the hospital without even checking on her. And now you want to use her death to blackmail us? Ivy brought the ashes back for you out of kindness, and instead of gratitude, you blame her? Truly heartless.”
My vision blurred with rage.
A decompression craniectomy killed his own sister — and this man dared to expect me to thank him?
But fine. I wasn’t her sister-in-law anymore. If he, her own brother, wanted to worship the woman who killed her, that was his choice.
“Teacher, don’t say that.”
Ivy’s lips curved in a demure little pout as she covered his mouth playfully.
“She must have gone a little mad after losing her sister.”
Lucian’s eyes softened at her touch, a tenderness flashing there that made my chest ache.
“Master’s Wife,” Ivy said sweetly, handing me the ashes, “you should bury her soon. Otherwise, her remains will just scatter in the wind.”
I sneered and shoved the box back toward them.
“Let Lucian keep them.”
As I pushed it back, Ivy suddenly stumbled two steps, deliberately tearing the plastic bag.
Ashes spilled across the floor, rising into the air and choking me until I coughed.