In life, even though his sister was worth millions, Daniel never even had a place of his own. He’d still been renting.
I had his belongings gathered and brought to my marital home with Olivia.
Even the funeral, I planned to hold in our marital home.
When everything was nearly ready, I stepped out to the store. But when I returned, I froze in shock.
The solemn white funeral had been turned into a carnival—lanterns and balloons hanging everywhere, the place decorated like a wedding hall.
The photo of Daniel I had just printed was punctured with pen marks and scribbled over with colored ink, his face unrecognizable.
The urn beside it was shattered into pieces, mixed with grains and flour.
My face twisted in fury.
“Who did this?”
The workers exchanged uneasy glances, none daring to speak.
Finally, the butler stepped forward.
“Sir, it was Ryan. He came here to collect some things, brought a group with him, and deliberately made this mess. He even said… it was at Ms. Carter’s request.”
I almost laughed in outrage and immediately called Olivia.
“Are you even human? This is your brother’s funeral. How could you let Ryan desecrate it like this?”