"Mr. Martin, I'm sorry, there is no hall available."

The next day, the staff at the funeral home told me some bad news.

"I've already booked the smallest hall you have here. Why do you say there's no more hall?"

I was anxious.

My mother passed away and I wanted to have a small memorial service.

Those guests who couldn't make it to the wedding could come for a posthumous farewell.

It sounded like a joke from hell.

"You did make a reservation, but there was a special circumstance. Someone booked all the halls. Would it be okay to reschedule you for two days from now?"

When a person died, it was important to bury them in the ground for peace, preferably on an auspicious day.

How could I wait for two days?

"Can I ask who booked the venue?" I didn't want to give up. I was going to beg the person who chartered the venue to give me a little time so I could send my mom off.

The staff hesitated for a moment, "I shouldn't have said this, but I see that you work at Evans Company. The person who booked the venue is Ms. Evans from your company."

Bella booked the venue?

Was she making such a big deal in order to hold a memorial service for a dog?

Just then, I saw a man and a woman walk in. They were very intimate, and sure enough, they were Bella and Holden.

Holden looked surprised when he saw me, "James, what are you doing here? Are you following us?"

Bella looked at me coldly, "James, I'm only postponing the wedding date. Are you so small-minded? Can you be a little more generous?"

"Holden is feeling so bad. Don't make it worse. Leave immediately!"

"Auntie also needs your care!"

So she didn't know anything.

Bella.

Right, her attention was all on Holden. How could she notice what happened to me?

My mother had passed away.

She didn't need any care or expert.

I held back my anger and slowly said, "Ms. Evans, did you book this venue?'"

Bella snorted, "James, what do you want to say? That I'm spending money recklessly? This money is from my own pocket, not the company's account."

"Holden has many fans. His beloved dog passed away, and many fans came to pay their respects. We need a venue."

Bella misunderstood. She thought I blamed her for using company money to support Holden's idol career.

I did say before that because Bella spent too much money. Holden became popular with her money, which caused the company to operate poorly.

Bella always confidently asked me back every time.

She had long forgotten that her money was earned by me.

I tried to keep calm, because resentment couldn't solve the problem.

I just wanted to quietly send my mom away. I had decided not to get involved in Bella's life anymore.

"You misunderstood. The company's money is also your money. You can do whatever you want with it."

Bella was stunned. This was the first time I didn't stop her, didn't consider the company, and didn't entangle her.

Yes, even I felt unfamiliar with this version of myself.

"What do you mean, James?" Bella crossed her arms and stared at me coldly.

"Can you give me the smallest one, Ms. Evans?" In front of others, I would address her Ms. Evans. She was afraid that others would know about our relationship and kept a distance from me in front of others.

I would do as she wished, from now on, I would only address her as Ms. Evans, decent and respectful.

"Bella, since James needs it, give it to him. Don't consider me. Bell will understand in heaven."

Holden's beloved dog was called Bell. Bella thought the name sounded good and enjoyed it.

After listening to Holden's words, I felt nauseous.

How could a person be so shameless? Holden often played pitifully in front of Bella. He said it was hard to be an idol. Singing was hard, dancing was hard, acting was hard, and there was no return for his efforts. He would be emotional late at night and even wanted to commit suicide.

At this time, Bella would buy some small gifts to make Holden happy.

Bella didn't hesitate when she swiped the card for luxury goods worth tens of thousands.

When there were resources, Bella used her personal connections to pave the way for Holden.

With fans' support and Bella as a safe haven, how could he say it was hard work?

What about me?

I worked diligently from morning till night, worrying about the company's affairs, schemes, and profits. I worked almost 20 hours a day, even when I was sick.

Bella looked at me coldly, "James, don't go too far. My patience has its limits."

"Bella's funeral should be perfect. What do you mean by having a hall? Are you only satisfied if you stick a thorn in Holden's heart?"

Holden quickly said, "It's okay. It doesn't matter."

After saying that, Holden provocatively glanced at me. His actions were very subtle, and Bella didn't see it.

This kind of situation had happened many times.

I told Bella but she didn't believe me. She thought I was falsely accusing. She didn't know that Holden had gone to great lengths to provoke me in every way possible, making me lose control.

"Ms. Evans, this is my last request to you, okay?"

Bella gritted her teeth, "James, you have disappointed me too much. Disappear immediately. I don't want to see you again."

My heart died.

I turned around silently.

Bella.

I would listen to you the last time.

I would never see you again.

I cancelled the last farewell.

Family and friends who knew of my mom's passing transferred the money and politely declined to come.

That was good. My mother didn't like lively occasions. Especially after she got sick, she had lost her social life.

I pushed my mother to be cremated.

The staff stopped me.

I used both hard and soft tactics.

I begged them that I wanted to make my mother rest in peace as soon as possible. After the cremation, I would leave without causing any trouble.

I threatened them that I was in a bad mood and I didn't want to upset everyone.

In the end, I got what I wanted. I left with the urn in my hands, covered with a black cloth.

I muttered, "Mom, I'm taking you home."

Before I could leave, I was stopped.

It was Holden's bodyguard. They suspected that I had stolen something and wanted to check me.

I suspected that Holden did it on purpose because he wanted to embarrass me.

"Get out of here!"

I shouted at the bodyguard.

The urn couldn't be exposed to light, so it was covered with a black cloth.

Someone should have held an umbrella to shield it from the light, but I was only one person, so I had to keep it simple.

The bodyguards rushed over and snatched the urn from my hands.

I desperately dodged, but there were three of them and they were strong and tall.

I was useless and couldn't protect the urn in my hands. They took it away.

Fortunately, they didn't remove the black cloth. It didn't reach the worst point.

"What's going on?"

Bella and Holden walked over together.

"Holden, make them return my things!"

Holden asked the bodyguards, and they said I was suspicious.

"James, that's enough. Why are you targeting me like this? I'm already so sad, and you're still causing trouble."

"I really couldn't understand why Bella would choose you."

"The company clearly belongs to Bella, and it has grown and developed under her leadership. Yet, you claim it as your own achievement. You are truly a despicable person."

Bella interrupted Holden and said lightly, "Stop talking. No matter what, James is still my fiancé."

Holden lowered his head, and a hint of jealousy flashed in his eyes.

"James! What is that thing?"

Bella pointed to the urn and asked me.

I couldn't say anything. It was like a lump in my throat.

"James, I can't believe I trusted you. Tell me, do you want to harm Holden?" Bella stared at me with wide eyes, looking fierce and menacing.

Both Bella and Holden were superstitious.

Bella hired a well-known medium and spent a lot of money on the decoration of the company according to the medium.

Holden wore a cross all year round.

Bella misunderstood me and thought I had done something.

Suddenly, I saw Holden blink, and my scalp went numb instantly.

Sure enough, the bodyguard received instructions, loosened his hand, and the urn fell to the ground.

I even had the intention to kill him. I took a big step forward and wanted to catch the urn.

The other two bodyguards held me back and watched the urn shatter.

The ashes scattered all over the place.

I roared, tears streaming down my face, "Holden, I will kill you. I must kill you!"

How could he be so despicable and even disturb my mom and make her restless?

Holden pointed at me and said, "Bella, I'm so scared! Why is he so fierce?"

Bella squatted down and examined the remaining wreckage.

Holden exclaimed, "How come there are bones? James cursed me."

Bella's phone rang.

The assistant's voice came out.

"Ms. Evans, the expert you invited can't come."

Bella said coldly, "Didn't I ask him to come immediately? Now you contact a more famous expert than him."

The assistant hesitated for a moment.

"Ms. Evans, it's not necessary. James's mother passed away last night."

"The funeral parlor's farewell hall he booked was forced to cancel because of Holden's pet farewell party."