I grabbed an apple off the table and hurled it at the cheating bastards.
"Get out! You and your 'good buddy'—both of you, get out!"
Colin twisted aside. The apple hit Scarlett square in the forehead.
She clutched her head and collapsed against him.
"Ow, it hurts. I was already dizzy from drinking too much yesterday, and now this—it hurts even more."
Colin glared at me.
"Elise, you're completely unreasonable! Your dad wasn't killed by us—don't take your anger out on us!"
The moment he finished, he grabbed Scarlett and stormed out.
Watching his back disappear into the distance, the relatives around me started whispering.
"Isn't that Old Mr. Henson's son-in-law? Why is he walking off holding some strange woman?"
"Could it be their relationship fell apart and they're getting a divorce? That's way too brazen."
Mom hugged me painfully tight.
But I didn't cry.
Because my failure to see people clearly made Dad leave behind a lifetime of regret.
What right did I have to cry?
After handling my dad's funeral arrangements, my nerves were on the verge of collapse.
Dragging the last of my strength, I returned to the apartment Dad had bought me while he was alive.