Reborn From Oblivion
Chapter 340

In a final, anguished cry, Cameron shouted, "If you didn't love Mom anymore, why did you fight me over her remains? I could've given her a proper farewell, not this humiliating exit from the world." Cameron had laid bare Griffin's scandal, leaving him humiliated and furious. In a fit of anger, he barked at his men, "Get this troublemaker out of here."

The bodyguards closed in on Cameron, and despite his furious struggle, they hoisted him up, trying to drag him away. Cameron was fueled by desperation, and fought back fiercely. The bodyguards were wary of his status, and hesitated to harm him. Against the odds, Cameron broke free. He dashed to Griffin, fell to his knees and pleaded, "Dad, please, give me Mom's urn. Let me honor her properly."

He hadn't meant to hurt Griffin, but Griffin, caught off guard, stumbled backward, and the urn slipped from his grasp, crashing to the ground.

A sudden gust of wind swept in, sending the ashes swirling into the air.

Cameron was shattered. He stood frozen, tears streaming as he watched the ashes dance away on the breeze. In a blind rage, he lunged at Griffin, knocking him down.

"You owe me my mother's ashes! You owe me!"

Griffin was terrified. His body slammed against a wall, and his head struck a stone pillar. Blood flowed instantly.

The unexpected chaos enraged Griffin. He shouted at the bodyguards, "What are you waiting for? Beat him and throw him out!"

Reluctantly, the bodyguards moved to drag Cameron away. But Cameron was like a man possessed, untouchable.

In his fury, Griffin grabbed a nearby stick and struck Cameron. "You jinx! You married that cursed woman and tore our family apart!" Following Griffin's lead, the bodyguards ignored Cameron's identity, picked up sticks and ruthlessly beat him, eventually casting him out. After the whirlwind of chaos, the sky opened up, pouring rain.

Cameron, bloodied and battered, lay at the funeralhome's entrance. Passersby stared. Some even spat at him. "Your mother is dead, and you scattered her ashes, denying her peace. What kind of son are you?

She must regret ever having you."

A fury burned in Cameron's eyes.

How could Griffin slander him like this?

He was his own flesh and blood, after all.

The rain, mixed with the storm, continued relentlessly all day. It wasn't until late at night, when the funeral home's lights dimmed, and the rain finally eased.

Cameron realized Griffin might have

slipped away through another exit.

Dragging his injured body, he crawled back towards the funeral home. He was desperate to replace Kristina's ashes but discovered that the downpour had washed

everything clean.

Cameron pounded the ground with his fists, his heart breaking. "Mom, I'm so sorry. I wasn't there for you in life, and I failed to protect your urn in death. You must be so disappointed in me now."

Covered in wounds, Cameron wept, tears mingling with rain as they streamed down his face, washing over his injuries. The pain in his heart and body felt like they were tearing him apart. Suddenly, he spotted two familiar figures emerging from the funeral home-his father and stepmother.

Stumbling towards them, he caught Griffin's voice. "She's finally gone, my dear. I've scattered her ashes to the wind. I even found someone to seal her soul's journey. Are you happy now?"