Jane froze and fell silent.

I took the opportunity to shake off her hand and walked further away.

Looking at my receding back, Jane felt a sense of loss but did not take it to heart. Instead, she picked up the phone and called her assistant.

"Shawn, contact the best oncologist in the country for consultation in surgery on Yannick's mother."

As soon as she finished speaking, she hung up the phone impatiently.

If her patience with me could last for just one more second, nothing would have happened next.

I drove away from the cemetery, but before I reached downtown, I received a call from the cemetery administrator.

Someone had gotten his eye on my mother's grave and wanted to move my mother's ashes away.

I was so angry that I felt the blood in me was boiling.

I slammed on the accelerator and sped back to the cemetery.

When I arrived, Matthew had already placed the urn of his dog's ashes in the grave while my mother's had been thrown aside!

"What are you doing?"

I roared furiously, rushed forward, and pushed Matthew to the ground.

Matthew grimaced in pain.

When he saw me trying to stop him, he immediately spat, "Yannick Chambers, are you insane? We are digging this grave, but what does it have to do with you?"

"What does it have to do with me? This is my mother's grave!"

I lost control of my emotions.

Thud!

I punched Matthew in the face.

I exerted a lot of strength.

Matthew staggered several steps back after being thumped by me.

Overwhelmed by fury and blinded by hatred, I grabbed Matthew's collar.

Punch after punch slammed against him hard.

"You're crazy! Yannick Chambers, how dare you beat him!"

As a C-lister, though Matthew looked muscular, he was weak compared to me, who had been slaving for Jane at carrying her heavy equipment and baggage.

Matthew was soon on the verge of unconsciousness under my beating.

Jane had already called the bodyguards to hold me down.

"Ah! Yannick Chambers, you lunatic!"

Jane held Matthew tight with deep sadness as if her father had died.

"Jane Hardy, you'd better put my mother's urn back, or I swear I'll kill you two!"

"Your mother..."

Jane was dumbfounded by my words, at a loss for what to do.

Matthew spat out blood and brought Jane back to her senses.

"Jenny, don't believe him. How many times has he deceived you into seeing him with the excuse that his mother was sick?"

I was burning with rage.