I also asked the butler to bring the urns containing my grandmother’s and my son’s ashes from the mansion to the hospital. I planned to leave the hospital early the next morning. But later that night, the butler called and told me the urns had been broken. He told me to come quickly.
I felt like my whole body had turned to ice.
When I arrived at the mansion, I saw a large white area on the ground. A Tibetan mastiff was lying nearby, foaming at the mouth and shaking. Tears filled my eyes and I dropped to the ground, trying to gather the ashes with trembling hands.
Suddenly, Angelo grabbed me by the collar. His eyes were full of fury.
“So it really was you! This evil thing belonged to you! Do you know Maria almost lost her ability to have children because of this?”
I stood up and slapped him hard across the face as I shouted back at him, “These are ashes! They’re the ashes of my grandmother and my son! They are not evil things!”
For a second, Angelo looked surprised.
But then his face twisted in rage.
“Whose ashes would poison a dog? Sophia, you’ve become so cruel that you would even curse your own family!”