I was about to turn my phone off when Max’s voice came through the line.
“I heard about your accident,” he said. “Looks like even heaven can’t stand you. If you don’t back off now, your end will be even worse.”
Shannon's POV
I clenched my teeth so hard my jaw ached.
"Max, you and that woman will get what’s coming to you sooner than you think."
The next day, I checked out of the hospital in a wheelchair because it was my daughter’s burial day.
The sky wept with a steady drizzle, as if mourning alongside me, sharing in my grief.
The cemetery was empty except for me.
I had just lowered my daughter’s urn into the earth when the same group who had ambushed me yesterday appeared again, charging straight toward me.
"You bitch!" one woman screamed. "What right do you have to bury your daughter here? Because you reported Max, there was no explosives expert to rescue my child when he was kidnapped. Now, my boy is dead, blown to pieces! I’ll kill you!"
They then shoved me to the ground, raining blows on me with fists and feet. My legs were still broken, so I couldn’t even stand to defend myself. But that wasn’t enough for them. Someone grabbed a nearby shovel and went for my daughter’s grave.