A massive blaze swiftly consumed the coffin.
Bradley, beaten and bruised, struggled to reach the cremator, desperately pressing the button amid the searing heat. He whirled around and snarled at the staff, "Stop! You need to stop!"
The staff somberly replied, "Sir, please accept our condolences."
"Esther! Wake up! I won't let you die! I forbid you from dying!"
Bradley's eyes turned a chilling crimson, and a lone bloody tear trickled from the corner of his eye. At that moment, he teetered on the edge of madness.
"Oliver Quill! Just you wait!"
Oliver raised an eyebrow and spoke coldly. "Bradley, do you know why I've refrained from acting against you? It's because I was concerned for Felix.
"Yet, when you repeatedly imprisoned, tormented, and abused Esther, did you ever consider that she's Felix's mother?"
The flames in the cremator subsided. The staff turned to Oliver and asked, "Sir, have you chosen an urn?"
"Use the finest urn available."
The body transformed into a handful of ashes.
Bradley rushed to the ashes and grabbed an unburned piece of bone, disregarding the searing temperature.
"Drop it!"
Jasper signaled to the bodyguards, who promptly attempted to take the bone from Bradley despite the pain.
Fearing that these people might take Esther's bone, he concealed it in his suit pocket, determined to safeguard it as a part of his wife. He couldn't let anyone take her away.
"Mr. Quill, Esther's burial plot..."
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don't read at all. horrible story, makes me sick....