The man landed right on a small mound of dirt.
The drunk sobered up instantly, frantically fixing the mound while muttering apologies with a face full of guilt.
"Sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
Grayson looked confused and asked him what that was.
The drunkard gave a smile. "It's her grave."
Grayson shot a cold glance over and sure enough, saw a crude plaque with crookedly carved words.
"Mila Nelson's Grave."
The drunkard carefully propped the crooked tombstone back up like it was a treasure, repeatedly muttering apologies.
"Delusional."
Grayson shoved the drunkard away coldly, let out a sneer, and kicked the tombstone in half.
"Three years and Mila's still full of tricks. She even staged this dramatic sob story."
He not only broke the tombstone, but also ordered his bodyguards to grab shovels and flatten the small mound.
"I'd like to see how long Mila can keep up this act!"
The drunkard, seeing the tombstone he had painstakingly set up get destroyed again, screamed in panic.
"I told you she's dead! Why won't you leave her alone?"
"Ms. Nelson was such a good person, how could she suffer like this..."
Grayson looked at him with disgust but didn't bother responding anymore.