He refused Olive's request, using the reason that he wanted to be buried in the ancestral grave after he died.
I thought that after another two years, Olive would naturally give up on this idea. But I never expected that my father would suddenly pass away.
Before I could even think about Olive’s words, she had already come to me with her phone in hand.
She condescended to me, "Your father didn’t have a son, so he cannot be buried in the ancestral grave. It's a good idea to let Jacob’s father be buried there."
Without even waiting for my response, she was already discussing with her son about the style of the tombstone, as if everything had been settled.
My anger suddenly erupted. I stood up and grabbed her collar, shouting, "You crazy bitch! Where do you come from?"
Olive did not expect the usually weak me to react vehemently.
She was surprised, "Yvonne, you are from the Richter family. Why are you siding with others?"