After he hung up, he looked at me apologetically. "I'm very sorry, but I just got a call from my boss. This plot can't be sold for now."
"I already paid the deposit. I'm just waiting to lay my mother to rest, and now you're telling me you can't sell it?" I stared at the salesperson in disbelief. He bowed repeatedly, apologizing.
Just then, I heard Kendrick and Rebecca's voices in the distance.
"Kendrick, everyone says this spot is perfect. If it weren't for your help, I wouldn't know where to bury Bru," Rebecca said.
"Oh, please. It's not a big deal," Kendrick replied.
I turned to look. The two of them were strutting over with smug expressions, but their faces changed the moment they saw me.
"Alisson! Can't you just let it go?"
Kendrick barked. "This is about a small life. Can't you show a little empathy?"
He glanced at me, scolded me harshly, and then turned to the salesperson.
"The plot Mr. Clarkson mentioned is this one, right?" Kendrick pointed to the grave site I stood in front of.
The salesperson hesitated. "This lady has already paid the deposit..."
Hearing this, Kendrick and Rebecca both visibly relaxed.
"Kendrick, we were worried on the way over. But now that we know it's Alisson who paid the deposit, that makes things easier," Rebecca said, smiling brightly, her gaze sweeping over me dismissively.
"Exactly, we're all on the same side here. Now you can relax," Kendrick said.
After saying that, Kendrick turned back to me.
"Why are you in such a hurry to buy a plot? It's rude to buy such a thing for your mother.
"Your mom isn't even dead yet. Forget it. This plot is for Bru."
Looking at Kendrick standing there so smug, I felt a surge of anger I could hardly contain.
I rushed forward and stood defiantly in front of the grave. "I've already bought this plot. Don't you dare take it!"
Kendrick's expression grew darker, his face twisted with frustration.
"Alisson, I can't believe you're still being this stubborn after everything I've said."
He waved his hand, and his two bodyguards immediately moved in, pulling me away from the gravesite. One of them snatched the bag from my hand and tossed it aside.
"No! Don't!"
I watched as the bag rolled across the ground, its contents spilling out.
The guards held me tightly, pinning me down.
I struggled, but it was useless. I could only cry out in helpless fury.