But I could only watch helplessly as the urn was smashed to the ground and my children's ashes scattered across the floor.
"You filthy mutt! So you care that much about your two unlucky kids? Fine, I'll scatter their ashes—let's see how it feels when someone destroys what you love! Let's see how you taste pain!"
My eyes burned red as I threw myself forward, but they grabbed me, yanked me back, dragging me away.
Just then, Irene walked in, holding Henry’s hand.
Seeing the chaos in the room, her first reaction… was to shield Henry.
She looked at me—covered in blood—with a complicated expression, her tone edged with urgency.
“Leo, stop being so stubborn! Just apologize and all of this will be over! They're doctors, they're patients’ families—just do what I say and everything will calm down!”
I spat out a mouthful of blood and roared, “Keep dreaming! I’ll never let you get away with this! I’ll make you regret it!”
Suddenly, the wail of police sirens pierced the air. A squad of officers stormed into the room.
“Unlawful entry, intentional assault—everyone, follow us to the station!”
The crowd cried out for help, “Dr. Wells, save us! Please!”
Irene immediately stepped forward, trying to shield them. “It’s a misunderstanding! A misunderstanding! I’m the homeowner and he’s my husband… This is just a family dispute!”
I staggered to my feet, leaning against the wall, shouting hoarsely to correct her. “She’s not my wife! We’re divorced!”
“I’m formally pressing charges! She maliciously instructed others to break into my home and commit assault! I will make every one of them pay the price!”
