Chapter 3

The funeral service had already begun when I arrived at the scene. All my relatives and friends were there, except for me.

Sarah and her child were also present, but strangely enough, despite it being a funeral, Sarah was wearing a fiery red outfit, and her son was dressed to the nines.

Anyone unaware might have thought they were walking the red carpet.

There wasn't a hint of mourning in their demeanor. Instead, they seemed joyful, creating a stark contrast with the surroundings.

Carter noticed my rushed appearance, "You're here."

I glared at him, "What right did you have to cremate my son?"

"It was time for him to rest in peace. I know you're eager for revenge with your investigation."

"The child should have been buried."

Sarah stepped forward at this moment, "Sister-in-law, don't be angry. It was my suggestion."

"I know you've been hung up on the child's death, but considering how tragically he died, it's best he finds peace soon."

"Otherwise, it would be a sin, you know."

I coldly watched her speak so self-righteously, as if it wasn't her son who had died.

Carter looked at Sarah with sympathy, pulling her into his arms, "Don't talk to her like that. Her heart is made of ice. How could she understand your good intentions?"

I held back my tears, "Give me my child's ashes."

Sarah then pulled out a stiletto heel, and inside it was gray-white ash."Sister, the urn is too big. The child won't fit."

"As luck would have it, Asher just bought me a new pair of high heels. I put them in and guess what?"

"They fit perfectly."

My eyes were bloodshot, tears threatening to spill over. Was my child not even worthy of an urn after death?

I lunged at Sarah, intent on tearing her apart. Sarah flinched, but Carter suddenly shoved me to the ground.

"Dr. Carlisle, have you lost your mind?"

"What are you trying to do? Get physical?"

Sarah started crying, looking pitifully at Carter. He stood in front of her, shielding her.

"Carter, that was our child. Doesn't it deserve even an urn after death?"

Carter's face turned ashen. "You can't take it with you when you go. They're dead, why fuss over such things?"

"Honey has a point. Such a big urn would make Melody lonely."

I looked at Sarah's designer outfit and the branded suit on the child beside her. My child didn't even have an urn after death, yet any single piece of clothing they wore could buy dozens of urns.I once thought Carter might not love me, but I never imagined he wouldn't love our child either.

When Carter saw me in this state, he grew even angrier and scattered the ashes on the ground.

I watched helplessly as the ashes drifted away in the wind. Like a madwoman, I gathered what I could into my clothes, clutching them to my chest.

I stumbled home, lost and broken. I took out the most beautiful box I had and placed the ashes inside. I wanted my child to have a beautiful home, even in death.

That night, Carter came home. He held me tight, ignoring my trembling. "I'm sorry about what happened today," he said.

"But Honey saved my life back then. How could you treat her like that in front of everyone?"

"It was uncalled for," he admitted.

I remained silent.

"The child is dead, and that's that. We'll have countless more children. Besides, I didn't like this one anyway."

Dead is dead? I looked at him coldly. How could he say such a thing?

"Tomorrow, I'll find a good burial place for him. He'll rest in peace."

"Don't be angry anymore. Let's go to sleep."

In the darkness, I watched him breathe evenly as if nothing had happened.