"Eason, shut up! What right do you have to mention my mother's last wish?"
"Her wish was for me to be happy, not to marry you!"
"Who do you think you are? Do you think you're worth my mother's life? We don't need your fake kindness or your damn consultation!"
"From now on, we have nothing to do with each other! We never need to see each other again!"
With each word, Eason's face grew darker until it was as black as a storm cloud.
He hissed through gritted teeth.
"Yara, you better think twice before spewing such nonsense! Has your mother's illness rubbed off on you, or has your brain taken a vacation?"
I watched his lips move, and any lingering love I had for him turned into pure hatred.
Eason grabbed his phone and dialed the wedding company.
"Cancel the venue I rebooked yesterday. From now on, no woman named Yara Lopez is allowed to book any events there! I don't care who she will marry, don't take it!
"And if you do, shut down your company and go back to farming!"
He hung up and immediately called another number.
"The expert consultation I arranged for Ms. Yara Lopez—cancel it immediately."
There was a stunned pause on the other end before a hesitant voice replied.