Chapter 3

I silently hugged the ashes tightly and walked towards the burial plot I had already bought.

Seeing her husband's serious expression, Olivia's mother finally contained her temper, but she found the coffin inauspicious and didn't walk at the front, instead following far behind the procession.

Our group arrived at the cemetery. I presented the relevant documents and materials.

But the staff member looked at me with a troubled expression and stammered:

"I'm sorry, Mr. He, but I'm afraid we can't sell you that plot anymore."

Faced with this sudden situation, I was confused. Could they really cancel an order after the money had already been paid?

Seeing our displeased expressions, the staff member continued to explain:

"I'm really sorry. Everything was prepared, but suddenly a VIP came and offered ten times your price for this burial plot."

"I'm sorry, we didn't dare offend them, so we had to inconvenience you. How about I choose another plot for you? This time it will be free of charge."

A gloomy mood gradually spread.

"What do you mean? My son is being buried today and you tell me we can't use it. Is this reasonable? You have no professional ethics!"

My mother was also very angry.

"This is too unreasonable. How can you sell it to someone else? We want this plot. It was carefully chosen!"

Because we had many people, the staff didn't dare obstruct us.

"Fine then. The person who offered the high price is still inside. Why don't you negotiate with them directly? I'm just an employee, I was only following orders from higher-ups."

I was in a very unpleasant mood. I wanted to see who exactly was doing such an unethical thing as snatching someone's burial plot. I walked in angrily.

But I saw Adam instead.

He had a small coffin at his feet. As I walked closer, I saw it was actually the dog Buddy that he and Olivia had raised together before.

He seemed to have expected it was me and smiled smugly.

"Jack? What are you doing here? Did someone in your family die?"

Seeing the memorial photo behind me, he understood, but still taunted:

"Oh, so your son died. What a pity."

I ignored his provocation and questioned:

"I paid for this plot first. What right do you have to snatch it!"

He looked at me and laughed.

"Jack, you may be grieving the loss of your son, but I've also lost my dog."

"And Olivia paid ten times your price. This dog was like her son too!"

I was shocked that Olivia could be so shameless to this extent.

I clenched my fists, trying hard to control my emotions, but Adam leaned in and whispered words that stabbed my heart.

"You didn't know? When Olivia found out the owner of this plot was you, she got so angry. I had to work hard to comfort her!"

"After Buddy died, Olivia was too sad. We comforted each other, and she released all the frustrations she's had over the years."

I couldn't hold back anymore. I raised my fist and swung hard at Adam's smug, arrogant face.

This scene was just seen by Olivia, who was returning from the bathroom.

She helped Adam up worriedly and yelled at me:

"Jack, have you gone crazy? What are you doing here?"

I laughed coldly, my heart turning to ashes.

"Olivia, do you know this plot was prepared for our son!"

"While you were having an affair with this man, our son was suffering in agony from his illness!"

"Do you know today is our son's funeral!"

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