He glared at me. "It's just a box!"
Nick rushed over and snatched the urn from my hands, then threw it hard to the ground.
The contents spilled out, ashes scattering everywhere. Nick looked disgusted and picked up a cushion, swatting it, making the ashes fly even more. "What is this? It's disgusting!"
"No!" I lunged forward, shoving Nick hard. He crashed into the table, scattering papers everywhere.
Lindsay exploded. "Santos!"
I knelt on the ground in despair, trembling hands trying to gather the ashes. But they were everywhere, mixed with dust, stripped of any dignity.
Lindsay sneered, "Is this pile of garbage worth all this fuss? Apologize to Nick!"
I ignored her. Lindsay took out her phone and called her secretary. "Draft a divorce agreement. After the child is born, it will be mine. Santos will never see the child again. Also, stop his mother's medication."
Her words were cut off. The hospital's death certificate lay conspicuously on the ground, mocking everything.
Lindsay bent down and picked up the thin paper. My mother's photo was printed on it.
[Death notice: patient died due to excessive blood loss.]
