Gloria approached and said gently, "Linsey, my beloved Danny died suddenly of illness. I was very upset, so I asked Spencer to accompany me. Please don't be angry."

Her voice was soft, but her eyes held a provocative expression of dominance, as if to say, "With me, he's always there."

"Oh, your man is so good to you," I replied expressionlessly.

Spencer frowned. "Linsey, can you be reasonable? Danny's death has already made Gloria very upset, and you're still being sarcastic?"

Seeing Spencer so eager to defend Gloria, I glanced at him.

Without another word, I simply pushed Spencer's shoulder away and walked off.

As I departed, Spencer seemed a bit dazed.

This was the first time I saw him and Gloria together without crying or making a fuss. I left calmly.

Two seconds later, Spencer caught up with me and whispered, "Isn't it just because I didn't take Dora home? Why are you so angry with me for so long? Why are you so petty?"

He was the one who did something wrong, but I was always the one who got blamed.

"Well, it's all my fault," I replied coldly without even looking at him.

Seeing my indifference, Spencer was a little surprised. He lowered his tone and explained, "Danny's death was a big blow to Gloria. I was afraid she might have an accident if she was alone, so I hurried to find her. Is Dora mad at me? I'll make it up to her when I get back. She's so well-behaved, she will forgive me, right?"

If he had paid any attention to our family, he would have known something had happened to his daughter.

But he didn't. He focused entirely on Gloria.

"You don't have a chance anymore," I said, walking away again, not wanting to say another word to Spencer.

Spencer reached out and grabbed my arm. "Why is there no chance? Okay, okay, I promise to pick up Dora from school every day. You don't have to be so mad about this, okay?"

Noticing my unusually cold attitude, Spencer seemed willing to lower his profile and make a promise for the first time.

If Dora hadn't had the car accident, maybe I would have forgiven him.

But now, it was impossible.

"Let's find a time and finalize the divorce as soon as possible," I said, shaking off Spencer's hand and leaving resolutely without looking back.

Watching my back, Spencer felt as if something was slipping away from him. He frowned and called his secretary.

"Jenna, prepare the most exquisite doll for me and send it home to my daughter. Ask her to help persuade her mother not to be angry with me."

Before I even reached the cemetery gate, I received a call from the cemetery manager.

"Ms. Wood, someone is digging up your daughter's grave!"

This sentence hit me like a bolt of lightning, making my heart feel like it exploded.

I immediately turned around and ran towards Dora's grave, disregarding everything else.

Dora was sunny and cheerful. She loved daisies, which also love the sun. She said she wanted to plant the entire backyard with daisies in the future.

Her wish was not fulfilled in her lifetime, so I planted daisies on her grave after her death.

I didn't put a tombstone for her but planted countless daisies, each one carrying my endless longing for her.

"Spencer, there are a lot of daisies here. Danny will definitely like it!"

As soon as I arrived, I saw Gloria had already placed the urn she was holding into Dora's grave, and two bodyguards were refilling the grave.

The daisies I had planted were dug up and scattered everywhere.

Dora's urn was tossed carelessly next to a dirty pile of dirt.

"What are you doing?!"

I rushed over like crazy, pushed aside the two bodyguards, and shouted angrily, "Who told you to dig up the grave?"

Gloria pretended to be terrified and shrank into Spencer's arms. "I saw there was no tombstone here. It felt like an abandoned grave that no one cared about. It was full of beautiful daisies, so I thought Danny could rest in peace here. I asked the cemetery manager to contact the family of the deceased. I'll give them some compensation. The dead can't compare to real money. Their families won't object. But why are you yelling? You're scaring me."

Gloria always perfectly plays the role of the delicate lady, but she made me sick.

I didn't waste time talking to her. I snatched the shovel from the bodyguard's hand and frantically dug up the soil they had just filled in.

This was the place I prepared for Dora with all my heart. I won't allow anyone else to occupy it.

"Linsey, what are you doing? Stop it!"

Spencer roared at me and grabbed the shovel from my hand.

"Spencer, you're a monster!"

I shouted, then squatted down and dug with my hands.

Seeing I was about to reach the urn, Gloria panicked and shouted, "Why are you still standing there? Stop her! Don't let her touch Danny!"

Two bodyguards immediately pulled me away.

"Let me go!"

I struggled desperately, but I couldn't break free from their grip.

Spencer walked towards me with a cold expression. "Gloria is already upset because of Danny's death, and now you're digging up his grave to provoke her. You've gone too far. Apologize to Gloria immediately!"

Spencer accused me condescendingly and ordered me to apologize to the woman who had dug up my daughter's grave.

At that moment, I felt an overwhelming sadness.

I glared at Spencer and said resolutely, "Never!"

"Spencer, you said your wife was virtuous and generous, but she was just pretending. Look at her now. She's acting like a crazy woman. If people find out, wouldn't they laugh at you for having such a wife?"

Gloria began to sow discord between Spencer and me, seizing the opportunity.

Spencer glared at me with disgust and said sternly, "Did you hear it? Don't embarrass me. Go home and be with Dora. How can you leave her alone at home?"

I stared at Spencer and said through gritted teeth, "Do you still care about Dora?"

Spencer replied confidently, "What are you talking about? Yes, I'm very busy and don't have time to spend with her, but I work hard for her. She is my only daughter, and all my assets will be hers. When she gets married, I'll give her the most luxurious dowry in the world. I want her to be proud of having a father like me."

Spencer's words struck a nerve. I couldn't help but yell, "Spencer, stop pretending. If you really cared about Dora, you wouldn't have left her alone on the road for Gloria. She was only six years old. Did you ever think about how helpless she felt?"

"Why are you so annoying? You keep arguing with me over such a trivial matter. You're never going to stop, are you?"

Spencer finally lost his patience and yelled at me.

After saying this, he angrily kicked the urn next to the pile of dirt.

Bang!

The powerful kick made the urn roll several times on the ground, scattering the ashes everywhere.

Seeing this, my mind exploded, and I was completely stunned.

Last time, when I saw Dora hit by a truck, I was heartbroken. Now, seeing her ashes destroyed by her father, I felt an even deeper pain.

I hated it so much!

As if on cue, a gust of wind blew, scattering the ashes further.

"No, don't!"

I struggled to break free from the bodyguards, reaching out to grab the floating ashes.

But how could hands hold the ashes?

They disappeared, just like Dora.

The last tangible thing of Dora was gone.

Overwhelmed by guilt and pain, I felt like I was being shattering.

I lay on the ground, trying to gather the remaining ashes from the soil.

Tears of despair streamed down my face.

Gloria stepped forward, crushing the ashes under her foot, and taunted, "Linsey, it's just a pile of stranger's ashes. Why are you putting on such a sad show? If you want to stop Danny from being buried, you don't need these tricks!"

"Get away from me!" I shouted, standing up suddenly and pushing Gloria away.

She staggered and fell to the ground.

Spencer instantly turned furious. Without a word, he walked up to me and slapped me hard across the face.

It was the first time he had ever hit me.

But I didn't feel any pain on my face—my heart hurt far more.

"You left Dora at home alone only to bully Gloria out of ridiculous jealousy. You disappoint me so much. How did Dora end up with such a petty mother like you?" Spencer was furious.

"You like crying over a stranger's ashes, right? Then cry as much as you want. From today on, I will take Dora away. You are not worthy of being her mother. I don't want Dora to be influenced by you!"

As he spoke, Spencer took out his phone and ordered coldly, "Jenna, take Dora to my private villa immediately. Linsey is not allowed to see her without my permission."

On the other end of the phone, Jenna hesitated before saying, "Mr. Jones, Dora died in a car accident the day you were supposed to pick her up from school."

"I also discovered that the grave full of daisies where Ms. Smith wanted to bury her dog is where Dora's ashes were buried！"