"Why are you being so irrational? Okay, I’ll drop the grudge. I'll tell my assistant to send the meds. Are you happy now?"
His voice was laced with sarcasm.
He pulled out his phone and hastily made a call to his assistant,
"James, get Emily the doses she needs—fast."
He ended the call before even waiting for a response, treating it like a mere formality.
He looked at me as though he had made a great sacrifice.
If only he had listened, he would have known they were already dead.
But he never really listened.
Overcome with rage, I slapped him.
"John Garcia, you're a monster."
I stormed down the mountain, fuming with rage.
I didn’t even want to see John Garcia’s face anymore.
But just ten minutes after I left, the cemetery's manager called. He said someone wanted to relocate my family's graves.
A sinking feeling hit me, and I ran back frantically.
The first thing I saw was a scene that made my blood run cold.
John Garcia was there, digging up my family's graves with a shovel!
The soil was strewn everywhere, and the white urns were glaring in the sunlight.
"What are you doing!" I shouted.
I pushed John to the ground, my hands shaking as I tried to cover the graves back up.
Caught off guard, John fell and when he regained his composure, he was livid,
"Emily, what's gotten into you!"
Jessica Hernandez brushed the dirt off John, her concern evident as she tried to calm him,
"Emily, you're going too far! This isn’t even your family's grave, why are you so upset? And you’ve hurt John."
"You stalked him before, and now you're attacking him. I don't know how John has put up with you all these years!"
"How do you know this isn't my family's grave?!" I screamed, grabbing a shovel and swinging it wildly at them.
"You killed my family and now you want to dig out their ashes. John Garcia and Jessica Hernandez, may lightning strike you down!"
John shielded Jessica behind him, his hand turning red where I hit him.
Bodyguards rushed from all directions and pinned me down.
My face was pressed into the cold earth, and tears blurred my vision.
I wanted nothing more than to tear them apart.
John looked at me with a mixture of hatred and discomfort, swallowing hard,
"Emily, I haven’t even started on your sick games yet, and you're already losing it!"
"If you just apologize to Jessica, I'll forget all this. I’ll even arrange a consultation with a top surgeon for Nancy’s heart transplant as soon as possible."