Chapter 16 Do You Want the Urn?


    At the funeral home.


    When Ruben really saw the urn, he held his breath with gloomy eyes unconsciously.


    The staff around held the urn to him. "Mrs Knight''s ashes have been put here for a week. We contacted


    the Knights and the Moores, and they said they won’t ept the urn, so Mr Knight, it will be at your


    disposal... "


    To be honest, the staff also sympathized with Ruben that he had no idea that his wife died for such a


    long time!


    He was possibly thest one to know about the fire in the mental hospital.


    It was known to all that Samantha was dead, but he was an exception.


    Ruben was thest one to know that.


    On the urn was a picture of Samantha. Ruben couldn''t hear what the staff said, but felt that the viscera


    in his chest seemed to be emptied in an instant, and he almost felt suffocated by despair.


    Holding the urn rigidly, he stared at the picture of Samantha with dark eyes.


    His forehead was full of blue veins, his hands trembling. With red eyes, he tried to open his mouth but


    failed to utter a sound.


    Samantha?


    Was she inside?


    No, he couldn’t believe that.


    Why?


    As a woman who would never be defeated by any troubles, Samantha was fine after staying in in


    prison for seven years.


    But now, someone told him that Samantha, who was arrogant and domineering had turned into ashes


    in a jar.


    The woman he hated finally died!


    He thought that he should be happy, or even felt free.


    But he was devoid of emotions, and all he could feel was panic and pain.


    "Where is Samantha? Tell her toe out. Don''t think that if you post her picture on the urn, I will let


    her go..." Ruben suddenly felt that the urn in his hand was heavy, and he didn''t want to believe the


    result.


    He refused to believe the fact that Samantha was dead.


    ‘It must be Samantha''s trick again. She was thest person who was willing to die!’ he said to himself.


    The staff said, shivering, "Mr Knight, the firested for too long. When the people in the ward were


    rescued, there were only two charred bodies left..."


    There were two people in that ward, one of whom was Samantha.


    Ruben''s eyes widened and he took a deep breath, and suddenly raised the urn in his hand.


    "Samantha,e out. Don’t you ever think that I’ll let you go if you did so! Don’t ever try to make me


    believe that you are dead with this jar. You wish!


    The staff worried that Ruben would break the urn, so they quickly dissuaded, "Mr Knight, she has gone.


    The Moore family doesn''t im Mrs Knight''s ashes. Please let her settle down as soon as possible."


    At this time, Ruben was out of control, and his eyes were red, like the God of deathing out of the


    Torah.


    He lifted up the urn, and the picture above seemed to be looking at him with cold and stubborn eyes as


    usual.


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    She seemed to say, “Ruben, you''ll regret it...”


    He pressed his lips tightly and tried his best to control his emotions, but his hand with the urn began to


    tremble again.


    She was dead.


    Was Samantha really dead like this?


    She died in the fire on the night when he was on a business trip?


    In a trance, everything in front of him was spinning.


    Only the ck-and-white picture of Samantha was visible to him.


    He looked at her picture, wordless, and he burst outughing all of a sudden.


    He smiled first and then he found himself unable to stop himself fromughing.


    "Samantha, don''t you want to fight me? You are now a pile of ashes, how do you fight me? So It''s not


    you, is it? You are a vain woman who enjoys luxury. How could you bear to die without getting what you


    want? "


    "Samantha, is this your trick again? You are a woman full of cunning. You are so scheming! "


    The staff looked at him with fear and muttered in a low voice, "Mr Knight, I''m sorry for your loss."


    Before he could finish his words, Ruben had put down the urn and grasped the cor of the staff.


    Blue veins stood out on the back of his hand, and he scolded with a pair of red eyes, “What advantage


    did she give you to unite with her to cheat me? She is a bad woman who has done nothing good. How


    can she die? She will not bear to leave the world. Find her for me! Or I''ll tear down your ce! "


    Ruben had no idea why he would be immersed in suchplicated mood.


    He thought that he would be alright to ept the fact that Samantha was dead.


    But he was heartbroken at the thought that once there was a woman who would follow him no matter


    what happened.


    "Ruben, I like you." He remembered her words.


    He used to hate her, dislike her, and he even wanted her to die!


    Thus he couldn’t tell why he was not whom he used to be anymore.


    "Mr Knight. Well, your wife, she really..."the staff member said, shivering.


    Ruben, however, threw him away and picked up the urn on the table, like a beast that wanted to eat


    people.


    He wanted to break urn.


    But all of a sudden, he stopped for no reason.


    He would not allow Samantha to die like this. She hadn''t atoned yet!


    Did she think that she could be saved from being punished in this way?


    She wished!