“Sister-in-law, no need to thank me. Just give me a commendation flag later.”

Leaning against the wall, I felt only absurdity.

A murderer demanding a reward banner?

Fine. If she wanted one, I’d oblige.

I pulled out my phone and decisively dialed Michael.

“Make a flag for Sophie, and deliver it yourself.”

“And Michael—let’s get divorced.”

Unexpectedly, he didn’t agree to the second part.

He blocked me at the door. “What are you throwing a tantrum for?”

“I already said your dad’s death was an accident. Why are you acting crazy now?”

I shook my head, weary.

“This has nothing to do with my dad’s death. I just want a divorce.”

His breathing grew heavy, his fingertips whitening. “Is this because I defended Sophie? Is that why you’re doing this?”

Sophie immediately jumped out from behind him, eyes reddening with tears.

“Sister-in-law, if you need someone to blame, blame me. I should have saved Uncle Robert. Even if I couldn’t, I should have died in that fire myself… but don’t blame the Captain. He’s already so tired.”

Seeing her so aggrieved yet still trying to shield him, Michael was deeply moved.

He pulled her into his arms, then glared at me.

“Bullying a girl with no background—are you proud of yourself?”

“Your dad’s gone, your biggest support is gone. Who can you bully now? You want a divorce?”

“Fine, I’ll give it to you!”

By now, Michael wasn’t even pretending anymore.

His dark eyes brimmed with calculation.

“You disgust me. You enjoyed my dad’s resources, yet called him a parasite.”

“So tough, huh? You should’ve refused to be Captain in the first place!”

His teeth gnashed in rage.

Sophie wore a mocking expression, delighted to hear this “truth.”

“Anyone who won’t divorce is a loser!”

“Emily Summers, act so arrogant today—you’d better never need me one day!”

Michael’s face was flushed red with fury, spit flying as he shouted.

With nowhere to vent, his gaze landed on Robert’s remains on display.

A mocking smile curled his lips.

“Hey! We’re doing a fire safety campaign, and my father-in-law’s here too. Come take a look!”

He made call after call, inviting people to see the “father-in-law.”

I stood silently to the side.

I couldn’t help wondering—when he realized that “father-in-law” was actually his own father…

what expression would he wear then?

Before leaving, he still sneered, “Emily Summers, this is the price of angering me!”

The next day, at the Fire Safety Campaign, the entire Riverside Community gathered at the Fire Department.

Michael held a microphone, speaking with fiery passion on stage.

Meanwhile, his favored intern led another group, deliberately desecrating the display area.

Robert’s fragments were first dumped into a bucket of ash.

The skull was smeared with vulgar graffiti in thick red marker, the mouth painted into a grotesque bloody grin—

like some mocking clown.

I asked her why. She righteously replied:

“Sister-in-law, don’t you know? People burned to death carry heavy resentment.”

“I drew this charm for Uncle Robert. This way, he’ll be reincarnated well.”

Furious, I quickly recorded a video and sent it to Michael.

But all I got back was a giant exclamation mark.

He had blocked me.

I almost laughed in disbelief.

Just then, his speech on stage concluded.

The crowd surged toward the exhibition hall, Michael leading the way—

straight to his father’s remains.

He froze. “This is…?”

Sophie bounced over to claim credit, repeating her spiel about “cleansing the bad luck so he can rest easy.”

“Captain, how did I do?”

Michael picked up a red marker and added a few more strokes on the skull—his own father’s—before nodding in satisfaction.

“Nice work.”

“The dead carry bad vibes. Drawing protective symbols really does keep things safe. Good thinking, Sophie.”

Then he deliberately turned to me.

“Emily, you’re not going to blame us again, are you?”

A heavy ache clogged my chest.

Even if it weren’t my father, no one’s remains should be desecrated like this.

I forced my anger down.

“Michael Johnson, you’ve gone too far.”

He shrugged, a thin smile curling at his lips.

“This is for your dad’s own good—so he can move on.”

“Who knows, maybe he’ll even look out for you in the next life.”

“Michael!”

My eyes burned red; my voice trembled.

“What did my father ever do to you, that you’d mock him like this?”

People were gathering around.

I drew a deep breath, trying to steady myself.

“This is the Fire Safety Exhibition Hall, a place that deserves reverence. And you turned a dead man into a grotesque prop. Aren’t you afraid he’ll come find you at night?”

My last words cracked with fury.

Sophie stepped up first to “clarify.”

“Sister-in-law, don’t stir things up just because there are people watching… I meant well. I drew a blessing symbol to help him rest.”

Michael chimed in loudly at her side.

Watching him beam with excitement, my grief felt almost pointless.

Fine.

If the son doesn’t care, what right does the daughter-in-law have to protest?

I pressed my lips into a smile and nodded.

“Right. You’re absolutely right.”

“Please—go on.”

Seeing me stand aside and toy with my phone, Michael’s expression turned oddly wary.

But the commotion at the door pulled his attention away.

A group of shabbily dressed homeless people suddenly rushed in—

laughing wildly, smashing whatever they could reach.

The stench drove the crowd back, and they stormed straight toward the display.

They were getting closer to Robert’s remains.

I, meanwhile, walked in the opposite direction.

The move looked strange to Michael and Sophie.

He tried to push through the crowd to stop me.

“Where are you going?”

“Outside. Waiting for someone.”

Michael frowned, like he’d just heard a joke.

“There’s no one left in your family. Who are you waiting for?”

A sharp scream split the air.

Ah—

The homeless had already reached the display. They lifted the casket of mixed ash and bone and slammed it to the floor, hard.

As if settling a vendetta, they stomped on the scattered fragments.

Someone burst out laughing.

“Guy probably did bad things when he was alive—no wonder he’s getting trashed after death!”

“Exactly! If he’s on display like this, his son must’ve abandoned him!”

Sophie laughed even louder.

“Told you—Uncle Robert’s death had nothing to do with me. He brought it on himself.”

Michael chuckled, ground the toe of his shoe into a hand bone that had rolled to his foot, and crushed it.

“Sophie’s right.”

I let out a small, mirthless laugh.

“Let’s see if you’re still laughing in a minute.”

His eyes darkened. “What do you mean?”

The doors swung open again.

A familiar voice rang out—