Looking at the three urns in front of me, I desperately felt my eyes were dry as desert.
The successive blows made me almost lose my soul, and I didn't even know how I walked out of the house.
It was not until the hospital staff asked about my relationship with Luna that I finally came back to my senses.
I murmured, "I'm her father."
The same question was asked three times.
When they asked the last question, the staff looked at me with pity and sympathy.
Within one day, my daughter, along with my parents, died one after another.
They dare not to imagine the agony I was going through.
After completing the procedures of death certificates, I was devastated and prepared to go home.
Passing by the restaurant, I saw a huge billboard written with congratulations to Rachel Roberts and Raymond Bennett's son, Cole.
I stood there, stunned.
While she killed our daughter and refused to save my parents, Rachel booked the biggest hotel to celebrate that she and Raymond had stolen Luna's bright future for their son.
The shock was like a dagger stabbed into my heart, leaving me to freeze there. However, I ran into Raymond, who was welcoming all the guests.
He said, "Why did you come so late, Christopher?"
Rachel frowned at me. "What are you doing here? Today is Cole's big day, don't mess around."
Her words agitated all my sorrow and bewilderment as well as my tears.
"Why did Cole take Luna's place? Why did she die in the hospital so abruptly? Why didn't you answer my call?" I asked harshly.
Thinking of this, my heart ached.
The food I prepared was still on the table in my house, but no one would go back to unite with me.
My whole family had turned into cold ashes.
And now, my wife became someone else's son's mother.
Raymond hurriedly explained, "Luna voluntarily gave up her place. As a girl, the only thing she needs to do is to marry a good man. But Cole is a boy. He needs a career."
"Luna is dead, so are my parents, and you came here to celebrate with another man?" I questioned her with a hoarse voice.
The huge hotel was filled with guests and laughter.
But I could only stay at home and cry silently in front of the bone ashes of my beloved family.