The hands belonged to none other than Zeke.
He stated coldly, “I don’t agree to hand over the project.”
A vein bulged in Michael’s temple as he growled, “You ba****d! How dare you tear up my contract!”
Aaron’s temper flared as well. “Men, throw this outsider out of here. He has no right to remain here in Hinton Hallow.”
Instantly, Lacey moved to stand in front of Zeke. Her voice was firm as she said, “Wait! Let me talk to him.”
Then, she turned her teary eyes on Zeke, pleading with him, “Zeke, please just do as I say. You have no idea how much Grandma’s grave means to my father. He would blame himself for the rest of his life if anything happened to her final resting place. How do you expect him to live like that?”
Zeke lifted his hand to wipe away her tears, his face apologetic. “I’m so sorry, Honey. I didn’t mean to make you cry. Don’t worry; just leave this matter to me. Since this grave is bound to be moved, might as well do it now instead of later.”
With that, he picked up one of the shovels from the floor and headed toward the burial plot.
Taken aback, Daniel immediately tried to stop him, “Zeke, please calm down! Don’t do anything rash. Even if we do move my mother, you can’t just dig her out without first finding another place to bury her.”
The younger man fixed his gaze on his father-in-law, asking calmly, “Dad, do you trust me?”
The older man’s response was immediate, “Of course.”
Nodding, Zeke assured him, “That’s good. Then trust that I won’t let all of you down, just like last time. To be honest, I already know where to move her.”
“Where?”
He pointed to the furthest point in the graveyard. “Right before those graves over there.”
As everyone followed the direction of his finger, they burst into laughter.
He was pointing at the very first row of graves where the Hinton family’s oldest ancestors lay.
How could he have the guts to move Daniel’s mother there? That was just outrageous!
Aaron’s face darkened and he spat, “Foolish brat. How dare you make such an audacious claim! Do you have a death wish?”
A smile played on Zeke’s lips as he replied, “So you don’t agree then?”
“No shit, Sherlock!”
“You will be begging us to move her to that first plot later.”
That said, he continued to dig at the ground.
Daniel and his family could only stare at him, utterly speechless.
They all had the same train of thought, and that was wondering what was wrong with Zeke to be making such jokes at a time like this.
His last sentence sounded more like a pitiful attempt at saving face than actually humiliating the Hinton family.
Despite that, Daniel did not stop him. He might as well use this time to contact other cemeteries to see if they had any empty plots.
Thus, Daniel, Hannah, and Lacey each pulled out their own phones to call different cemeteries.
Nancy was fuming silently off to the side.
To think Lacey and her family were so indulgent of Zeke’s disrespectful actions; just what spell did he put on them?
Soon, Zeke had carefully dug out the urn.
Taking off his suit jacket, he wrapped it around the urn before passing it over to Daniel. “Dad, since you’re Grandma’s son, you should hold her.”
Tears poured down Daniel’s face as he accepted.
He took a deep breath to calm himself before he murmured, “Mum, this is all my fault. Sorry to have disturbed your rest. I’ve already found you another place, so I’ll be taking you there now.”
“Dad, why are you leaving?” Zeke stopped him.
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