Kendall seemed to have found my weakness. He suddenly became interested, looking at me with a playful expression. Then he said, "Give me a reason not to smash it."

I explained seriously, saying, "I am Siena Shawn's father, and this jar contains the ashes of Siena Shawn's mother. You absolutely can't touch it!"

My wife and I bought this villa when we started our business together.

Even the decoration here was designed according to my wife's preferences.

She liked this house and had been thinking about it all the time. She was looking forward to the day when the renovation was done and moving in as soon as possible.

Before the house was renovated, she had an accident and passed away.

So, I placed her ashes in the bedroom.

In this way, I fulfilled her dream.

Even though those people smashed priceless items just now, I didn't frown.

But my wife's ashes were my bottom line.

"I will never allow it to be destroyed by anyone, so I have to use my identity to suppress Kendall."

However, Kendall didn't believe it at all.

"You are Siena Shawn's father? Then I am your grandfather!"

After saying that, he didn't hesitate. Then he forcefully threw the urn of ashes to the ground.

Another crisp sound rang out.

With a crisp sound, the urn shattered.

The gray ashes covered the ground, deeply stinking my eyes.

"Honey, I'm sorry!"

I watched my wife's ashes being destroyed like this.

My heart was twisted. Tears couldn't help but well up in my eyes.

"I hate it!"

"Everyone, look! This trash is crying."

"Hilarious. He has become a mistress and is still pretending to be a loving person. He is crying over a pile of ashes. Isn't he disgusting?"

"Luckily, there are righteous male judges in this world. Otherwise, with trash like you, who knows how many women would be harmed."

I looked at the ashes all over the floor and said with red eyes, "You will regret it!"

The sadder I was, the happier they were. Many people were laughing and applauding.

There were even people spitting on my wife's ashes.

My eyes were red. My whole body was trembling. My nails are embedded in my palms, squeezing out blood.

But I could only watch helplessly. I couldn't stop them.

I felt angry and hated it even more.

"I wish I could tear these people in front of me into pieces!"

Seeing that my eyes were red with anger, several anchors pointed the camera at my face and started filming.

"Guys, did you see that? This kept man is angry. How scary!"