Chapter 21
The next day at the crematorium, Seth completed the paperwork for the cremation. He stood there,
fust as he turned around, he saw Dillon and Timothy arriving at the entrance together,
ing as Estelle’s body was pushed into the furnace. Then,
A mocking smile crupt back onto Seth’s face. “Are you two here to see if Estelle’s really dead? Do you believe it now?”
Timothy glanced at Seth, then looked toward the fumace. Soon, his eyes brimmed with tears, and his face turned ghostly pale.
Is the person inside really the troublemaker?” he asked.
“Troublemaker?” Seth scoffed, “Timothy, are you out of your mind? Mes, Sawford died because she had stomach cancer. Even if Estelle hadn’t been involved, she would’ve died anyway Estelle didn’t kill her!”
“Shut up!” Timothy shouted at Seth in anger.
As he was about to charge at Seth, Dillon stepped forward and stopped him.
Timothy glared at Dillon in disbelief. “What the hell are you doing, Dillon? Don’t tell me you’re still trying to protect this bastard?”
Dillon shot Timothy a cold glance, then turned to Seth. “Estelle was my wife. From here on out, I’ll handle everything.”
Seth let out another dry laugh, looking at him wardly. “You? You’re not planning to scatter her ashes in the river to feed the fish, are you?” “No, Dillon replied after a long pause.
His response came so quickly that Seth narrowed his eyes and glanced over at Timothy.
Catching his meaning, lion added, “He won’t, either,”
“Good,” Seth said before tuming to leave.
Timothy looked at Dillon with frustration “Dillon, and you just letting him go after he humiliated us like that?
Dillon didn’t respond. He simply stated at the furnace.
Suddenly, he raised his hand to his chest. A sharp pain flared up inside, growing more intense by the second.
Why did Estelle’s death make it feel like his heart was being torn apart?
Timothy slumped to the floor, letting out a bitter laugh. “I never wanted her to die.”
Dillon closed his eyes and clenched his fists.
Estelle had been the person be hated most, yet now, all he could think about was her. Her voice and her face only grew clearer in his mind with each passing
Timothy looked up and said, “Dillon, you regret it, don’t you? If I had just been a little lander to her back then.”
“I don’s regret it,” Dillon interrupted firmly.
Timothy raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?”
Yer, he didn’t argue any further.
Whether Dillon regretted it or not, only he knew
An hour passed, and a staff member came out lolding a small box.
“Excuse ine. Are you family to Mr. liyan Jalustora?”
Dulon Howard “Ryan Johnson? I’m here to pick up my wife’s ashes.”
The stall menaber’s face softened with sympathy. She could tell that Dillon had an shocking to see such a young man lose Idu wile
The stall meisbei apologetically said, “My condolences. May I ask you whe’s
“Estelle Sanford.” Dillon splied without hesitation
The staff inember’s lips twitdied in silspate
it of distinction, so his wife must have been someone important, too. It was
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Timely quickly snapped back to reality Just as he was about to speak to Dullou. Dillno had already turned and was heading for the door.
By the time Timothy is ached the door, Dillon was alorady pour.
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