âHoly sh*t!â Alex was so shocked that he felt as if his brain was about to explode and his scalp went
numb. If he wasnât
mistaken, this would be the ashes of a pig. For the past six months, he had been crying in front of his
fatherâs grave when he had nowhere else to express
his sadness.
He had been here at least six times. âSo I have been talking to a damn pig? What the hell? But the real
question is, why was a pigâs ashes placed
into the urn?â
âWhere did my fatherâs ashes go? Were they swapped?â
âCould it be that⦠There werenât any ashes in the first place?â Alex was surprised by his own
assumptions. âIs my father⦠Not dead?â He then shook this thought off. Last October, he had seen his
fatherâs corpse when he rushed to the hospital
from his wedding on the day of the car crash. He was the one who sent his body to the incinerator. If he
didnât die from that, he must surely be a god.
However, there was only one other possibility to this. When William was cremated, he didnât follow him
in. The employees at the crematorium had helped with that instead. That would mean someone must
have swapped his ashes out during this process. Someone had taken his
fatherâs corpse. âWhat the f*ck? Which bastard was it? How could they not let go of my fatherâs corpse?
What are they going
to do with it?
Could there be more secrets on his body?â
It was impossible if they wanted to destroy evidence. What other better method than cremation to
destroy
evidence completely?
He turned to look at his mother, Brittany. She seemed upset, her vision blurred from tears. How could
one be
happy if they were separated from their partner by death?
Pondering for a long while, Alex decided not to tell his mother the truth about the fake ashes. It took a
lot for her to accept the fact that her husband had died. He was worried that he would be giving her
false hope, only to face greater disappointment in the end. She might not be able to handle any more
mental shocks. If she were to struggle with depression or break
down, it would be unfortunate if she were to go insane from such strong emotions.
Looking at his mother crying uncontrollably in front of an urn of pig ashes, Alex couldnât help but feel
heartbroken. Checking the time, he immediately said, âMom, letâs just find⦠A better grave here and
bury the ashes. There
are good graves here too, so I donât think we need to look for another cemetery.
Since the urn has been here
for quite a while, it must be getting familiar with the environment.â
He figured that they shouldnât put in too much effort for a mere pig. Being able to have its own
gravestone is
a glory to pigs.
Heading back, Brittany handed the black jade pendant to Alex. âSon, this is a pendant that your father
used to
own back when he was a young child. You should take it, but you really donât have to investigate that
much
into it. That person left your father at the Rockefellers yet they didnât show any concern for him at all.
Thatâs
why it doesnât matter if that person exists.â
Alex nodded without commenting. He was unable to find anything odd on the pendant as he observed
it, it was just like any normal jadeite. If this were to be sold on the Antique Market, no one would want
to buy it as well. âWho would want to wear a black jade pendant?â Moreover, the carved image does not
make it a lucky charm. This image was just a mere thing that looked like
both a bird and a fish.
âCould this be some failed carving project?â
âSo it was used as a mere identification tool later on? Could my dad be some rich manâs love child?
Was he
then forgotten by them?â
Alexâs mind was all over the place, it was impossible for him to stay calm. In the end, he just stuffed the
pendant into his pocket. Not long after they arrived back at Maple Villa, Keith and Michelle came by to
pay them a visit with five big
boxes.
Brittany and the others were slightly surprised as they wondered what was inside the box. However,
Alex could tell that it was filled with expensive and precious traditional herbs. âHello, Mr. Rockefeller!
Hello,