what expression would he wear then?
Before leaving, he still sneered, “Emily Summers, this is the price of angering me!”
The next day, at the Fire Safety Campaign, the entire Riverside Community gathered at the Fire Department.
Michael held a microphone, speaking with fiery passion on stage.
Meanwhile, his favored intern led another group, deliberately desecrating the display area.
Robert’s fragments were first dumped into a bucket of ash.
The skull was smeared with vulgar graffiti in thick red marker, the mouth painted into a grotesque bloody grin—
like some mocking clown.
I asked her why. She righteously replied:
“Sister-in-law, don’t you know? People burned to death carry heavy resentment.”
“I drew this charm for Uncle Robert. This way, he’ll be reincarnated well.”
Furious, I quickly recorded a video and sent it to Michael.
But all I got back was a giant exclamation mark.
He had blocked me.
I almost laughed in disbelief.
Just then, his speech on stage concluded.
The crowd surged toward the exhibition hall, Michael leading the way—
straight to his father’s remains.
He froze. “This is…?”
Sophie bounced over to claim credit, repeating her spiel about “cleansing the bad luck so he can rest easy.”