I drove away from the cemetery, but before I reached downtown, I received a call from the cemetery administrator.
Someone had gotten his eye on my mother's grave and wanted to move my mother's ashes away.
I was so angry that I felt the blood in me was boiling.
I slammed on the accelerator and sped back to the cemetery.
When I arrived, Matthew had already placed the urn of his dog's ashes in the grave while my mother's had been thrown aside!
"What are you doing?"
I roared furiously, rushed forward, and pushed Matthew to the ground.
Matthew grimaced in pain.
When he saw me trying to stop him, he immediately spat, "Yannick Chambers, are you insane? We are digging this grave, but what does it have to do with you?"
"What does it have to do with me? This is my mother's grave!"
I lost control of my emotions.
Thud!
I punched Matthew in the face.
I exerted a lot of strength.
Matthew staggered several steps back after being thumped by me.
Overwhelmed by fury and blinded by hatred, I grabbed Matthew's collar.
Punch after punch slammed against him hard.
"You're crazy! Yannick Chambers, how dare you beat him!"