Worth
Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Ryan 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 Ryan and said resolutely, “Never!”

“Ryan, 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 replace out, wouldn’t they laugh at you for having such a wife?”

Emma began to sow discord between Ryan and me, seizing the opportunity.

Ryan glared at me with disgust and said sternly, “Did you hear it? Don’t embarrass me. Go home and be with Mia. How can you leave her alone at home?”

I stared at Ryan and said through gritted teeth, “Do you still care about Mia?”

Ryan 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.”

Ryan’s words struck a nerve. I couldn’t help but yell, “Ryan, stop pretending. If you really cared about Mia, you wouldn’t have left her alone on the road for Emma . 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?” Ryan 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 Mia 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 Mia.

The last tangible thing of Mia 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.

Emma stepped forward, crushing the ashes under her foot, and taunted, “Amelia, it’s just a pile of stranger’s ashes. Why are you putting on such a sad show? If you want to stop Daniel from being buried, you don’t need these tricks!”

“Get away from me!” I shouted, standing up suddenly and pushing Emma

She staggered and fell to the ground.

Ryan 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 Mia at home alone only to bully Emma out of ridiculous jealousy. You disappoint me so much. How did Mia end up with such a petty mother like you?” Ryan was furious.

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

As he spoke, Ryan took out his phone and ordered coldly, “Ava, take Mia to my private villa immediately. Amelia is not allowed to see her without my permission.”

On the other end of the phone, Ava hesitated before saying, “Mr. Davis, Mia 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. Wilson wanted to bury her dog is where Mia’s ashes were buried!”