Pleased with the response, he grabbed my hair and forced me to look up at him.
“So, you really care about your daughter, huh?”
Then, rising slowly, he smirked and said, “Smash what she’s holding. I want her to experience the pain of losing something she loves!”
As Ethan finished speaking, the bodyguard who had paused for a moment at this time moved toward me again.
I held onto my daughter’s urn with all my might, refusing to let go.
The bodyguard couldn’t pull it free and looked to Ethan for instructions.
“If one person can’t do it, get two!” Ethan ordered. “I’ll take the responsibility for any mess this causes!”
He added, “I’m offering 10 thousand dollars to anyone who smashes the urn she’s holding!”
The bodyguards, driven by the promise of cash, immediately surged forward.
I scrambled on the floor, shouting, “Someone call the police now! I’ll pay 100 thousand dollars!”
As they closed in, I rolled desperately across the floor, trying to protect myself.
“Don’t touch me! Get away!”
