Emily. The name was like a dagger to my heart, twisting all the old wounds of my past life. How dare they invoke her name? The very daughter they betrayed, who died because of their selfishness. Because of William’s greed.
In my previous life, if they had lifted a finger to help, Emily wouldn’t have died. They had used her as a living organ bank for William and Linda’s child, leaving me with nothing but heartache and ashes.
I clenched my fists, forcing the venom from my voice. “Emily is too young to see her father like this. She loved him so much, seeing him like this would scar her forever. We need to cremate him now—for her sake if nothing else.”
Thomas, eyes full of fury, stepped forward and blocked me. “I am William’s father,” he growled. “I have the right to stop this. You’re not making the decisions here. I am.”
Evelyn's POV
“Mom, Dad, I know William’s death is unbearable, but it’s already happened. The only thing left to do now is to let him rest in peace,” I said, my voice laced with false sympathy. At my subtle signal, a few of my people moved in, gently but firmly guiding Thomas and Nancy to sit down, their resistance brushed aside as if they were unruly children.