"Jared, seriously, now is not the time for sugarcoating things. Your attempts at sweetness are overbearing, and I can't handle it. Whoever wants it can have it." At this moment, I probably appeared indifferent.
To my surprise, Jared said, "Vera, you are heartless."
I feared the term 'heartless' was used on the wrong person.
Without waiting for my answer, Wendy cried out, "Jared, quickly ask someone to clear this grass. I can't collect Flora's ashes."
Ignoring the staff's obstruction, Jared quickly found someone to level the lawn. "My Selman family will bear all your losses."
"Ms. Arderne, I'm really sorry, our venue..." the staff explained with difficulty, "We have another small auditorium that hasn't been used for a long time and needs to be cleaned up. If you don't mind, you can book the auditorium there."
"No, thank you," I answered.
I thought my grandma had had enough farce in her life. It was better for her to rest in peace, embraced by the earth
I thought so too.
With this in mind, I left that absurd place.
Jared, who had been comforting Wendy, received a call from his assistant, "Didn't I tell you not to call me these days? Solve it yourself."