Darlene was not a fool. The meaning of his words was self-evident.
Avery looked at her. He was 100% sure that Darlene would not refuse him at the expense of losing her younger brother's ashes.
When he spoke again, there was a hint of ridicule in his tone. "Take off your coat and stand in front of me. I won't repeat it. Do you have other choices?"
Whether it was the Darlene who loved him deeply a year ago, or the Darlene who hated him and feared him now, neither of them had the confidence to say the word "no" in front of Avery.
Darlene met his gaze and looked at him calmly. She then said, "What if I don't do it?"
Avery moved the urn in his hand closer to the fish tank. "Then use your brother's ashes..."
"Whatever. I don't care," she interrupted him, her voice calm and steady. It seemed that the ashes weren't anything important to her.
Avery thought he had heard something wrong. This should not be what Darlene said.