At the funeral home.
When Ruben really saw the urn, he held his breath with gloomy eyes unconsciously.
The staff around held the urn to him. "Mrs Knight's ashes have been put here for a week. We contacted the Knights and the Moores, and they said they won’t accept the urn, so Mr Knight, it will be at your disposal... "
To be honest, the staff also sympathized with Ruben that he had no idea that his wife died for such a long time!
He was possibly the last one to know about the fire in the mental hospital.
It was known to all that Samantha was dead, but he was an exception.
Ruben was the last one to know that.
On the urn was a picture of Samantha. Ruben couldn't hear what the staff said, but felt that the viscera in his chest seemed to be emptied in an instant, and he almost felt suffocated by despair.
Holding the urn rigidly, he stared at the picture of Samantha with dark eyes.
His forehead was full of blue veins, his hands trembling. With red eyes, he tried to open his mouth but failed to utter a sound.
Samantha?
Was she inside?
No, he couldn’t believe that.
Why?
As a woman who would never be defeated by any troubles, Samantha was fine after staying in in prison for seven years.
But now, someone told him that Samantha, who was arrogant and domineering had turned into ashes in a jar.
The woman he hated finally died!
He thought that he should be happy, or even felt free.
But he was devoid of emotions, and all he could feel was panic and pain.
"Where is Samantha? Tell her to come out. Don't think that if you post her picture on the urn, I will let her go..." Ruben suddenly felt that the urn in his hand was heavy, and he didn't want to believe the result.
He refused to believe the fact that Samantha was dead.
‘It must be Samantha's trick again. She was the last person who was willing to die!’ he said to himself.
The staff said, shivering, "Mr Knight, the fire lasted for too long. When the people in the ward were rescued, there were only two charred bodies left..."
There were two people in that ward, one of whom was Samantha.
Ruben's eyes widened and he took a deep breath, and suddenly raised the urn in his hand. "Samantha, come out. Don’t you ever think that I’ll let you go if you did so! Don’t ever try to make me believe that you are dead with this jar. You wish!
The staff worried that Ruben would break the urn, so they quickly dissuaded, "Mr Knight, she has gone. The Moore family doesn't claim Mrs Knight's ashes. Please let her settle down as soon as possible."
At this time, Ruben was out of control, and his eyes were red, like the God of death coming out of the Torah.
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