I had been busy with David's funeral these days and couldn't spare my energy to deal with other things.
Since the cemetery was in short supply, I had to wait for several days.
Early in the morning, I held his bone ashes and prepared to bury him.
Unexpectedly, the moment I opened the door, someone shoved me to the ground.
The only thing on my mind was to protect David's bone ashes, and then I heard a crack as my arms hit the ground; my bone fractured.
Looking up, I saw Ethan and Olivia standing at the door, followed by a group of reporters and self-media with cameras.
They rushed in, shouting my father's name.
Ethan angrily kicked open every door and searched everywhere but found no trace of David. Then, he rushed to me and said condescendingly, "Violet, where's your father?"
I held the urn tightly in my arms, feeling a surge of hatred in my heart.
"It's too late for you to think of him now!" I said.
Ethan grabbed my collars with outrage.
"Where is he hiding? Call him out! If he thinks he can hide away and we will forgive his filthy deeds, he's terribly wrong! I'll definitely beat this old pervert myself!"