It didn’t matter anymore.
I turned my gaze to the rapidly passing scenery, my mind drifting to the call I’d received earlier from the funeral center.
My mother’s body had already been groomed. Her funeral was tomorrow.
The funeral director had asked if I had any additions for the ceremony.
He also suggested I discuss it with my wife, after all, the son and daughter-in-law played important roles in the service.
But watching Morgana laugh and chat with Evren in the front seat, I no longer felt like saying a word.
I quietly pulled out my phone and sent a message to the funeral center.
[Remove the daughter-in-law’s role from the funeral ceremony. Everything else stays the same.]
“Nash, who are you messaging?”
Morgana suddenly asked.
Without even looking up, I replied, “A friend.”
She didn’t press further, but throughout the rest of the ride, I kept catching her watching me through the rearview mirror, as if she wanted to say something, but couldn’t.
But I didn’t spare her a glance. I simply turned my head toward the window and stayed silent.
In the past, I was the one who always initiated conversation, while she responded with cold indifference and impatience.
Now, I no longer felt the urge to speak.
When my father-in-law saw me, his expression lit up with warmth, but the moment Evren stepped out of the car, his face turned frosty.
Evren took out two bottles of liquor from the trunk.
Morgana smiled and said, “Dad, Evren specially brought these for you.”
“Hmm. I don’t want them.”
Without hesitation, my father-in-law grabbed the bottles and smashed them onto the ground.
Evren’s face darkened instantly.
“Dad, what are you doing?”
Morgana shouted in disbelief and hurried to calm Evren down.
“What am I doing? I’m cutting ties with you!”
His voice thundered, rage blazing in his eyes.
“From today onward, I have no unfilial daughter like you. Now get out!”
Then, without even looking her way again, he gripped my hand.
“Nash, let’s go inside.”
I gave a faint smile and said, “Dad, don’t speak out of anger.”
“Don’t act like the good guy. This is all because of you!”
Morgana snapped at me, her voice sharp.
“You always go running to Dad with every little thing. Nash, when will you grow up? Still tattling like a child, are you even a man?”
My smile faded. I nodded slowly. “You’re right. I won’t do that anymore.”