"Ms. Yale, a psychopath came to the cemetery today and dug up your daughter's grave. We have called the police."

I was so angry that I was shaking. I took a taxi and rushed over.

The cemetery staff was waiting for me at the gate and apologized to me as soon as he saw me.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Yale. It was our mistake. She said she wanted to check the grave herself when she bought it, but we didn't expect her to dig it up directly. I'm sorry!"

"Where are the people?"

He said, "They are still at the cemetery. The police are also here, waiting for you to mediate."

I jogged over with the staff and saw from afar Amy crying and Colt coaxing her. The staff and police were speechless.

"Ms. Yale, that's her."

I was shaking all over, clenched my fists and rushed in, slapping Amy hard on the face. When I tried to slap her again, I was stopped by a policeman nearby.

Amy was knocked dizzy by me. Colt protected her before she spoke.

He said, "Myrna, are you following me?

"Are you crazy? Why did you hit her?"

Amy covered her face and leaned in Colt's arms. "Myrna, don't get me wrong. I had just returned that day, and Pag was dying, so I asked Colt to go see her for the last time. Today I came to find a grave for Pag. They refused to sell the cemetery I wanted. These lunatics even wanted to beat me, so I asked Colt to come."

I know that Pag Amy mentioned was a dog.

It was a dog that they raised together.

I suddenly felt it was ironic that Colt went to see his dog for the last time, but he didn't even see his daughter for the last time.

After hearing what Colt and Amy said, the police thought we knew each other, so they let me go.

I looked at the scattered soil that had been dug up, and the mess that the small garden I had arranged for my daughter was in.

My daughter likes flowers, but I couldn't buy fresh flowers in the cold winter. I flew to other city myself to bring her this wreath made of dozens of different kinds of flowers. I was sure she would like it very much.

But now, it was all destroyed.

I looked at Colt, gritted my teeth, and ignoring my numb hands, slapped Colt hard.

"Colt, you are a jerk."

The police quickly grabbed me and persuaded me, "It has already happened, Ms. Yale. Don't be angry. Let's talk about how to solve it first."

Hearing the police's words, Colt asked, "Did you buy this cemetery?"

I didn't reply. The staff member next to me said, "Mr. Simpson, this cemetery was bought by Ms. Yale. Do you know her?"

Colt looked at the policeman beside him.

"Thank you, sir. This is my wife."

The police and cemetery staff looked at each other, then at me.

I said, "I'm sorry. We are still married, but I don't know the young lady. I want her to apologize."

"Myrna, don't go too far."

In response to Colt's rebuke, I sneered.

Colt frowned. "Why did you buy a cemetery? And you decorated it like this. Who are you planning to give it to? For Elaine? Myrna, you curse your daughter?

"Even if Elaine is dying, I can save her. This cemetery is not needed. I will give it to Pag."

Listening to his confident words, I suddenly burst into laughter. Tears flowed down my cheeks.

I hadn't finished decorating Elaine's grave yet. I designed the cursive script for the words on the tombstone myself, but I hadn't copied them yet, and the same went for the photos, so the tombstone was still empty.

"Sir, we will settle this matter privately. Sorry for bothering you."

The policeman wanted to speak, but I stopped him.

"Don't worry."

After the police left, Colt thought I agreed. His tone softened. "Don't worry. I'll contact the medical team that will perform surgery on Elaine. They'll be here in the next two days."

I didn't respond to him, but bent down to pick up Elaine's urn and held it in my arms.

I carefully wiped the dust off the urn with my sleeve.

"Ms. Yale, don't worry. We will give you double the money. Thank you for giving this tomb to Pag."

I raised my head and looked at Amy.

I said, "I didn't agree. Even if you offer the Simpson Group to me, it's not yours.

"Sorry. Colt and I haven't divorced yet. You are not his wife."

After I said that, I looked at Colt and thought of all the harsh words I could say.

"Colt, you are worse than a dog. Amy took this dog with her when she left, and brought it back when she came back. And I took you in for sixteen years out of kindness.

"But from today on, I don't want you anymore.

"Amy, please take this dog away. Don't let it bother me here."

Colt's face turned red because of what I said, and his eyes were filled with anger as if he wanted to kill me.

He took the urn from Amy's hand, walked straight up to me, and was about to place the urn inside.

Colt said, "Myrna, I should not respect you. Every penny you spend is mine. This tomb was also bought with my money. Get out of here!"

I was caught off guard. He pushed me hard, causing me to fall down.

The lid of the urn fell off, and the ashes were scattered into the snow and mixed with it.

I lay on the ground in despair, trying desperately to collect the scattered ashes back into the urn. But a cold wind blew. The ashes and snowflakes on the snow melted together.

The ashes were blown apart.

Colt's assistant called him.

"Mr. Simpson, I just contacted Ms. Simpson's attending physician, and he said that she had passed away ten days ago.

"I checked and found out that Mrs. Simpson arranged the funeral by herself and buried Ms. Simpson in the Highmont Cemetery."