As he said that, he waved his hand and signaled the two men standing beside him to help me up and control me.
“Someone needs to reflect on herself, lock her up in the room.”
This was the way Darren treated disobedient people, locking them up, not giving them food and water, until they compromised and admitted their mistakes. This was how he used to treat his disobedient and rebellious brother.
Now he used this method on me. I was in a hurry to bury my father and no one could stop me!
I struggled to break free from them and my high heels stomped on their feet.
They let me go in pain and I immediately hugged the urn and ran to the door without even bothering to take the salute.
Darren rushed up quickly and grabbed my wrist.
“Penelope, where do you want to run to? What are you holding all the time?”
He used his other hand to grab the urn and I held it tightly in my arms with my back to him.
The two men quickly grabbed me again and Darren used his strength to pry open my fingers one by one and snatched my father’s urn.
I almost begged him, my voice was hoarse. “Darren, give it back to me! That’s my father’s ashes!”