At this time, as a powerful executive, Jocelyn coldly watched Jeremy’s brutal attack on me.
The contrast between her past promises and her current indifference was gut-wrenching, leaving me feeling utterly hollow and devastated.
"Cason, stop playing the victim," Jocelyn said with a dismissive sneer. "It’s just a few punches. Why are you lying there like it’s the end of the world?"
"Enough of this," she snapped. "Let’s get Cathy laid to rest properly."
Jeremy, having vented his anger, signaled his bodyguards to continue covering the grave.
I forced myself to rise, wincing with every movement, and tried to intervene.
Jocelyn grabbed me and slapped me hard across the face. "Cason, how long are you going to keep making a fuss over this? It’s just a grave!"
Fuming, she kicked the urn, scattering Iris’s ashes across the ground.
The sting of the slap was sharp, but watching Iris’s ashes scattered across the ground was a deeper, more agonizing pain. Witnessing her death had been the worst moment of my life, but now, I couldn’t even safeguard her remains.
I hate them!
As if the world itself was grieving alongside me, snow began to fall, covering the ashes with a quiet, sorrowful blanket.
"No!"