As soon as he heard my name, anger immediately welled up in his eyes, but he still suppressed his voice for fear of disturbing the person who was sketching.
"Dead? If she's dead, come find me after she's cremated."
The staff did as they were told, and after my body turned into ashes, they made several phone calls before they finally met Calix.
He was wearing a bright burgundy shirt with his tie loosened and the collar opened.
His casual appearance was out of place here.
Calix carelessly took my urn and held it under his arm. The urn might fall off at any time.
"Is this really Daphne's ashes?"
"How much money did she give you to cooperate with her like this?"
"Her acting was good, better than quite a few actors."
He raised his hand to wipe away the tears that did not exist in his eyes, and sneered as he spoke.
"I almost believed it, after all, it's been less than a month since she cut her wrists last time."
The two staff members looked at each other, thinking that Calix was a family member who had lost his mind due to excessive grief.
"Please accept my condolences."
Calix nodded with mocking eyes, then walked away with my urn in his hands.