Chapter 1136

Chapter 1136 Ashes Before Arielle could react, the owner of the arm rested his chin on her nape and whispered, “My wife is rich. Should I retire and be a man of leisure?”

Feeling his warm breath on her skin and relishing his husky voice, she grinned. “Sure, you can retire and depend on me.”

“No.” Vinson released her and turned her around to meet her gaze. “You should retire, and I’ll take care of you. You don’t have to do anything while I earn money to support our family.”

That caused her to smirk. “It sounds like a great deal.”

“It is, right?” The man arched a brow. “When will we hold our wedding?”

The smile on her face froze. Lowering her gaze, she replied, “When your mom accepts me…”

Vinson tensed up before assuring her, “She will.”

Arielle inclined her head. “Mmh. I know she will.”

As long as I work hard to gain her approval, I believe the day will come soon.

Soon, the next day arrived.

Cecilia had been locked up in the rehab facility in Chanaea for two days. She had lost all contact with the outside world.

That was not the worst part, for she was tormented every time her drug addiction kicked in.

After enduring another round of withdrawal symptoms, she had barely regained her composure when a police officer came into her room.

He confirmed her identity and announced icily, “Come with me. I need to inform you something.”

Cecilia got to her feet, utterly puzzled.

Ever since she was locked up, she had to do everything inside her room. It was the first time she was given a chance to go outside.

“Did someone come to bail me out?” she asked excitedly.

Oh, is Trevor finally here to get me out of this place?

The police officer glanced at her coolly and led her out without a word.

At his reaction, Cecilia felt her heart sink. A sense of foreboding suddenly welled up within her.

She trudged behind the police officer warily, and they soon arrived at an office.

The office was empty save for a black box on the desk.

The box looked eerily like an urn.

At the sight of the urn, Cecilia went as pale as a sheet.

“O-Officer, what is this?” she asked in a trembling voice.

The police officer pushed a stack of documents toward her and announced, “This is your daughter’s urn. She committed suicide overseas by jumping off a building. As Lightspring doesn’t allow corpses to board planes, the local authorities cremated her body…”

Cecilia’s mind went blank after she heard that it was her daughter’s urn.

My… My daughter’s urn?

She stood rooted to the spot and gazed blankly at the urn on the desk.

“Ma’am?”

A few minutes later, the police officer finally realized she was not paying attention to him.

Frowning, he demanded, “Ma’am, listen to me…”

Without warning, Cecilia shoved him out of the way and ran toward the urn. She tossed it to the ground, smashing it into pieces.

“Mrs. Greene, you—”

“You’re lying to me!” She glared at him venomously and declared, “Did that b*tch Arielle send you to upset me? I won’t trust you!”

“Who is Arielle? You’re crazy. Is this a withdrawal symptom? You’ve just broken your daughter’s urn!

Look, her ash is all over the ground!”

Cecilia covered her ears and shrieked, “I won’t believe you! I refuse to believe your words!”