Chapter 8

Rosalie couldn't refuse Luke, and time was running out, so she reluctantly got into his car. But halfway there, he suddenly took a detour, saying he needed to pick someone up. When Rosalie saw Joslyn, her heart skipped a beat. She wanted to ask Luke why he had to bring along a complete stranger to Morgan's gravesite. Were the two of them really inseparable? But with time pressing, she swallowed her words. On the way to the new cemetery, Rosalie walked ahead, holding the urn in silence. Once everything was prepared and they were ready for the burial, Luke's phone rang. He glanced at the number, frowned, and stood up to walk outside. Rosalie didn't ask where he was going. She was too focused on placing the urn into the grave. Just then, Joslyn stepped in front of her with a mocking smile. "Luke promised to go watch the sunset with me today. Bringing you to the cemetery was just on the way. You didn't know that, did you?" Rosalie had no idea, but she didn't care. She just wanted Morgan to rest in peace as soon as possible. She ignored Joslyn's provocation. Without even looking at her, she continued with the burial. Unaccustomed to being so blatantly dismissed, Joslyn became furious. She grabbed Rosalie's arm. "Stop pretending, Rosalie! Can't you hear me talking to you?" Seeing how carefully Rosalie was holding the urn, Joslyn made up her mind. She suddenly snatched it from Rosalie's hand and smashed it hard onto the ground. With a loud crash, the urn rolled down the steps, shattering into pieces. Ashes scattered across the ground. At that moment, Rosalie's composure completely shattered. "Dad!" She ran down frantically, crying as she kneeled on the ground to gather the fine ashes. But a sudden gust of wind blew away her last shred of hope. She could only watch helplessly as the ashes were carried away. She desperately tried to hold on, but it was hopeless. That was her father—once a living person, now reduced to a handful of ashes—but she couldn't even hold on to that last bit. Her anger surged to its peak, and she couldn't hold back any longer. She stood up, walked over to Joslyn, and slapped her hard across the face. "Those were my dad's ashes, Joslyn Woodward! The last thing he left me in this world! You'll go to hell for doing this to him!" The slap left a red mark on Joslyn's fair face. She was stunned by the blow. In her anger, she was about to retaliate when she caught sight of Luke returning. Her composure instantly returned. She took advantage of the moment and flung herself backward, rolling down the stairs. Luke, who had no idea what had happened, rushed over and lifted Joslyn into his arms. "What are you doing, Rosalie?" "What am I doing? You should be asking her what she did!" This was the first time Luke had seen Rosalie so frantic and enraged. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of her tear-streaked face. His anger froze. The next second, Joslyn threw herself into his arms and cried uncontrollably. "Luke, I accidentally knocked over Rosie's dad's ashes. The wind blew, and everything was gone. Rosie got so mad she pushed me down the stairs. Look at all the blood I've lost. I guess that makes up for it." As Luke looked at the broken urn, his chest tightened. He wanted to say something comforting, but the words were stuck in his throat and came out as something else entirely. "Joslyn wasn't trying to—" "Fuck off!" Rosalie's voice was sharp and filled with all the anger she had left. Luke was about to explain, but Joslyn, still sobbing, clutched his sleeve and said, "Luke, my leg hurts so much. Do you think it's broken?" Luke glanced at her, then at Rosalie. In the end, he chose to pick up Joslyn and leave in a hurry.