On the way back, Niamh felt a lot of pain from where the tumor was. She trembled and took out the painkillers from her bag. As she was about to take one, a black car stopped in front of her all of a sudden.
The car door opened and out came a large man who grabbed Niamh.
“What are you doing? Let go of me!”
She struggled hard and the pain in her body became more and more unbearable as she struggled.
The man stuffed her into the car and Niamh saw Kendrick’s cold face as soon as she looked up.
He was wearing a black coat, looking cold and abstinent, so full of hostility.
Noticing the medicine bottle in Nevaeh’s hand, Kendrick snatched it away, and seeing that it was painkillers, he sneered.
“You do know pain as well don’t you, Niamh? When you hurt my son with a knife and bullied Nevaeh, have you ever thought that they would feel pain too?”
He asked in a cold voice. Flicking his palm suddenly, he threw the painkillers out.
Niamh’s face turned pale. The area of the tumor hurt so bad that it made it hard for her to breathe.
“Drive,” he ordered and the car quickly sped on the road.
Niamh did not know where Kendrick was taking her but she endured the severe pain whilst she looked at the man with a tough and cold expression.
“Kendrick, I know you won’t believe what I say, but I will still say it. I didn’t hurt your son, it was Nevaeh…”
“Shut up!”
He interrupted angrily, his terrifying and malicious gaze piercing.
“You say one more word and I will throw you out the car.”
Niamh was forced to shut her mouth. She glanced out the window. The sky was overcast as if it was going to rain.
Looking at the sections of road that seemed to be gradually familiar, Niamh’s nerves slowly tightened.
The car stopped. Kendrick got out of the car freely while Niamh was dragged out of the car.
Looking at the surrounding environment, Niamh’s eyes widen in disbelief.
“Kendrick, why did you bring me here!”
She asked facing Kendrick’s back, but the man ignored her.
Niamh had been dragged to the grave she had built for her grandfather and the dead child. She no longer had the strength to stand, and the bodyguard had pushed her toward the grave.
Niamh fell to the ground, clutching where the tumor was. She took a deep breath, enduring the pain, and then she raised her eyes.
Kendrick stood in front of her, noble and cold, his aura was inviolable and cold.
“Why, here?” Niamh asked, gritting her teeth, her vision was being gradually blurred by the fog.
Kendrick leaned over and pinched Niamh’s chin with his warm fingers. A terrifying smile in his slender and alluring eyes.
“To let you experience for a moment, a bitter anguish.”
“What?”
Niamh did not understand. She could only see the white snow falling from the sky, obscuring Kendrick’s appearance in her vision at this moment.
“Move.” He suddenly ordered, shaking off Niamh coldly.
Niamh immediately heard the sounds of chiseling a stone wall. She turned her head abruptly and saw several bodyguards smashing the grave with stone hammers and chisels.
There was a “boom” in Niamh’s head, then it blanked.
“No! Stop it!”
She yelled. She had gotten up and wanted to run to stop them, but Kendrick grabbed her.
“Don’t smash it! Don’t!” Niamh cried, tears falling wantonly from her eyes.
She turned around and begged Kendrick, but the man smiled lightly. “Now you know fear? Why were you not afraid when you hurt my son?”
“Kendrick, I never hurt your son! Tell them to stop!”
Niamh’s emotions were completely crumbling and her body that had long been riddled with hole-like wounds seemed to be covered over with salt in this split moment. The deep and dense pain burrowed into her bone marrow.
Yet, he did not ask anyone to stop. The grave was quickly broken open and two urns, one large and one small, were dug out.
Niamh instantly felt as if she could not breathe anymore. Her eyes were blurry and her body trembled violently.
“No, Kendrick, please don’t! Alright, I was wrong! I shouldn’t have hurt your son and Nevaeh. It’s all my fault! You can vent your anger at me, just don’t touch my daughter and my grandfather’s ashes. Please, I beg you!”
Niamh knelt down at Kendrick’s feet, bowing desperately to him, begging for mercy, even accepting those baseless wrongs.
Still, Kendrick did not even look at her. He reached out and took the urn containing a small pile of ashes into his hand.
Niamh looked at the ashes in his hand in a daze. Her face was as white as paper, and she was clutching at his trousers.
“No, Kendrick, this is also your daughter, no…”
“My daughter?” Kendrick sneered. “I only have one child, and his name is Jackson Waldburg. As for this…”
He glanced at the small pile of ashes in the glass bottle and suddenly loosened his hand.
Crash!
The glass shattered and the ashes were scattered.
Niamh snapped instantly like a puppet without strings, losing all consciousness.
Her world seemed to have turned dark all of a sudden and the intense pain like her skin was peeling swallowed her consciousness entirely.
“No!”
She desperately rushed towards the ashes that were gradually washed away by snow and rain.
Niamh cried sorrowfully, her trembling hands desperately rubbing against the uneven ground as she tried to collect the remaining ashes.
However, the ashes were gradually stained red from the blood flowing out of her palms, and then it melted away in the rain and snow.
Just like that, her only glimmer of hope was completely extinguished.
She cried and laughed miserably, her red and wet eyes staring at Kendrick.
She did not recognize him anymore.
No, she never knew him.
Niamh gritted her teeth and looked at the unwavering man, her eyes were extremely sharp.
“Kendrick, you will regret this!”
Seeing Niamh’s hateful gaze at this moment, Kendrick chuckled coldly.
“There is no ‘regret’ in my dictionary.”
He looked at the bodyguard and motioned for him to give him Niamh’s grandfather’s ashes.
“Bring it here.”
Niamh suddenly rushed forward. She snatched her grandfather’s urn and hugged it tightly in her arms.
The bodyguard did not expect that Niamh would suddenly rush over. Seeing the urn had been taken, he turned around to grab it.
Niamh would not relent. He lifted his leg and kicked Niamh’s abdomen.
Crash!
The urn fell to the ground. A familiar smell rose up in Niamh’s throat.
But she could care less about it. She crawled over, shielding the urn under her body, biting her teeth.
“No one is allowed to touch my grandfather’s ashes! Kendrick, if you have to be so cruel, then you might as well grind me into ashes too!”
She yelled at Kendrick. Her neat, white teeth were stained with bright red blood and her whole body was wracked with splitting pain.
Upon seeing this, the bodyguard raised his fist to hit Niamh, but before his fist fell, it was caught tightly by Kendrick.
“Move! Who asked you to touch her!”
He flew into a rage all of a sudden and with one leg, kicked the bodyguard away.
The rain and snow had also become heavier all of a sudden. Kendrick crouched down, his eyes full of complexities.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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