When My Father in Law Had a Heart Attack

chapter 3

Nolan arrived quickly and mocked as soon as he walked in, "Olivia, can't you see the situation by now? Your dad is dead, and you think you're still that high-and-mighty rich girl? Without me, who do you think would want you?"

I looked at him, holding back my disgust. "That's still better than being with scum like you!"

He seemed to have hit a sore spot, his face twisting instantly. "Aren't you just relying on having a slightly better family background? Ever since school, you've acted all high and mighty! Do you think just because your family paid for a few years of my tuition and gave me some handouts, you have the right to order me around?"

"Let me tell you, everything I have today is because of myself! It has nothing to do with your family!"

I let out a cold snort. Over the years, weve given him far more than just financial support!

Even his current fame was built with a lot of effort from us.

But in the end, we raised an ungrateful monster!

I said, "Nolan, if it were really all on your own, you probably wouldn't have even graduated from college! Look at your self-deceiving face right now, it's truly disgusting."

"Two choices: divorce or see you in court."

He stared at me fiercely, his eyes venomous as if he wanted to tear me apart.

He said, "You think I don't dare to divorce?"

"I'd like to see how miserable you'll become without me!"

After saying that, he took Camila's hand and walked away.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, he turned around and glanced at the shattered, chaotic room.

He said, "Hurry up and take your dad's filthy stuff away. Don't taint such a sacred place as the hospital."

I originally wanted to let him say a final goodbye to Liam, but now it seems completely unnecessary.

Within half a day, I arranged the crematorium, set up the mourning hall, and informed friends, family, and Nolan.

I've done everything I could for Liam.

I just stepped outside to catch my breath, and when I came back, the sight before me made my scalp tingle.

Liam's funeral portrait was vandalized with red paint, disfigured beyond recognition.

The pastor originally invited to pray was rudely sent away, replaced by a noisy band.

The most infuriating thing is that Liam's urn was taken, and a few people nearby seemed to be making something like fireworks, almost finished.

I rushed in and shouted angrily, "What are you doing!"

Camila chuckled softly, "Why are you making such a fuss? We're having a joyful funeral; it's all the rage now."

"Mr. Schmidt even praised me for being creative!"

Nolan nodded with satisfaction, looked at the ruined portrait, and said coldly, "Camila meant well, lively and cheerful, isn't it nice?"

"Your dad's ashes have been made into fireworks. Soon, we'll send them into the skyconsider it sending him to heaven."